Tw: unhealthy relationship, self hatred, guilt

He wasn't sure when their dynamic changed, the excitement at seeing a message from them had turned into dread. He sighs, leaning back in his chair and hiding his face in his hands, he couldn't keep this up.

Did he even love them anymore?

He pauses, did he?

He leans forward, running his hands through his hair, hating how drained he feels thinking about talking to them again. Any interaction felt like walking on eggshells, they were either too busy for him or too tired to talk to him.

He groans softly as he stands, he was going to have to talk to them about this.

So please, hurry, leave me, I can't breathe

He doesn't want to, he wants to say he thinks they can fix it and that everything will work out eventually, but he can't believe the thought that they really love him. They don't even like talking to him, how could they love him?

He doesn't like him either. 

He steps in, sinking feeling in his gut when DC turns around, beaming, and walks over, looping an arm around his shoulders and telling him about his plans for the next meeting. 

Please don't say you love me

DC seems to remember what he was doing earlier, giving him a quick kiss, "we'll talk later, right?" DC smiles softly and he nods in return, "I love you." He can tell DC means it, that's the problem.