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Perth's eyes were dark, wounded. "So what?" he asked bitterly. "Should I get drunk too? Go kiss someone else and come home pretending it meant nothing?"
Santa shook his head frantically, tears falling faster now. "No... please, no. I'm sorry, Phi Perth. I didn't mean to. I love you. I can't... I can't be without you."
Perth laughed once, sharp and broken.
"Ta," Perth said, his voice low. "Was it only Pond?"
Santa's breath caught. "...What?"
"When you were drunk," Perth continued, every word tearing him apart. "Was it only him? Or were there more?"
Santa went completely still. "I didn't-" he started, but was cut off.
Perth's voice broke. "Did you go further?" he whispered. "Were they... better than me?"
Santa stared at him like the question had stabbed straight through his heart.
"No," he cried, shaking his head violently. "Never. I swear. I've never been with anyone else. Only you. Phi Perth, please believe me."
He broke down completely then, his hands covering his face.
"I'm sorry," Santa sobbed. "I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."
Perth stood there, watching the person he loved most fall apart because of his words... because he broke his silence.
***
Was it really a drunken mistake? Even if Perth forgives him, will their relationship go back to what it used to be? What if Santa regrets begging Perth to stay because it starts suffocating him to the point he wants to die to end it all at once?