Red never understood Green's attachment to him. He was thoroughly convinced Green would've hated him. Didn't Red ruin his dreams? Didn't Red steal his grandfather's affection? Then, wouldn't Green hate him? It was confusing. Infuriating, even, how he would casually trudge into his cave and instantly wrap a coat and scarf around him.
It took him a while to notice, but Green never actually looked at him. When he smiles, it looked forced. ...are those signs of lingering resent?
"I'm still better than you."
Green looked taken aback, but stayed quiet.
"Your grandpa likes me better."
More. More and more. More insults. Hurt him. Cut him. Red didn't know what came over him - he had to ignite that hidden hate. The hate he deserved.
"The championship you earned by sacrificing our friendshi-"
"Shut up."
Green's eyes were clenched tight. He shuddered violently, obviously holding back tears. His hand was raised above his head, as if about to beat Red in to a pulp.
Do it, Red silently prompted. Punish me.
"It doesn't matter any more... It doesn't..." his voice was croaked, struggling to form words.
"It does," Red walked forward and sat in front of his friend. Hands wrapped around the raised wrist, he pinned him up against the cave wall.
Red raised his free hand, almost expecting to bring a fist to the side of Green's face. What he did instead, was softly caress his cheek, wiping way the tears that made way out the corner of his eye. Red leaned down and pressed his lips against Green's.
"I don't deserve you. Hate me. Break me—" "—Take back what I took from you."