I've always tried my best to be honest. I don't hold back when I'm asked to tell someone anything on a subject I know about. And honestly? Alfred is insufferable. Absolutely intolerable! He asked me to tell him what he was doing wrong. He shouldn't have, really. I spilled every word I had against him, simply because he asked. I've been told I have little self-control.

"Arthur?" he asked, apprehensively treading into the kitchen, where I had been dicing onions for dinner this evening. It didn't help that I was near crying, should an argument or something sentimental have come. I glanced up, catching a glimpse of nervousness in his eye that I couldn't sense in his voice. He'd always been good at masking things in his speech, but it was a dead giveaway once you actually looked at the bloke.

"Yes, what is it? I'm trying to cook." I returned, looking back to the vegetable in front of me instead of the boy who was causing me to second-guess myself. I was always so nonchalant about things when they first begin. I always will be, I suppose.

"Please don't cook," said Alfred rather dismally, tottering closer. "Hey, Arthur?"

"That is my name, don't wear it out." I said bluntly. At the time, I had no idea what Alfred was to go ahead and ask me. I really should have had some idea, at least. All that went through my head at the time was he's breaking up with me or he's going to propose. Both initial thoughts were incorrect.

"Hey, um, I want to ask you something," he murmured, and I didn't look up simply for the sake of remaining casual.

"I'm listening."

"Why do we fight so much?"

I paused, and put the knife down. As I looked over him again, he was staring at the tiled floor, and fidgeting with his hands. I hadn't seen him this downed in quite some time.

"What?" was all I could muster.

"Why do we argue?.. Like, have I done something wrong?.." Alfred murmured, and I bit my lip. "Hey, can you tell me if I have?.. Y'know, so I can fix it for you?" I thought of how childish he was to think he could change himself, when people don't really change. They act, yes, but they do not change.

"Do you really want me to tell you?" I asked quietly, regretting my word choices instantly.

"Yeah." He nodded, and then looked up to me for a split second. Clearly, I was intimidating him, as he stared down at the floor and took an unneeded step backward.

"Well," I said, letting out a sigh. I was an honest man, I still am, and I always will be. "Where do I begin?"

"The worst things," he uttered with a frown.

"You're obnoxious. You're rude, loud, and generally horrible to be around." I began, not looking at Alfred in case I began to feel guilt for relaying the truth. "You take up most of the bed, and I hate it. You don't let me top. You're arrogant. You think you're so great, when really, your ego is just damned inflated." Alfred had obviously not been expecting this much, as he whimpered and pushed up his glasses. "I hate your cologne. You don't believe in magic. You act stupid when you have such a high IQ it amazes me. You're a teenager. You don't use your skills to your full potential. You're chubby." He stepped back, digging his hands into the pockets of his jacket. "You eat too much. You don't eat my cooking. You're childish. You're a damned fool. You ignored me for years in high school. Your fashion is lousy. You're immature." I didn't even falter.

"Do you really hate me that much?" he mumbled, looking up at me with gritted teeth and a glare that could kill.

"I don't hate you at all. I love you." I refuted mindlessly.

"Are you sure you're not just putting up with me?" Alfred snarled, brows furrowed and eyes boring into mine. I looked down instead of returning the gaze. "Because I bet you can't even name one good quality about me!"

"You're very sweet." I tried.

"I'm also rude, loud, and horrible to be around," he muttered, stealing my words and spitting them back out at me.

"You asked for me to tell you!" I gawked, almost growling. He had brought this upon himself! "I simply told the truth! Don't get all bitter and huffy!"

"Of course. Don't want to be childish now," Alfred frowned, anger seeming to melt away as mine grew. "Fine. I'll try and fix up all my faults and be just like you, since I'm everything you're not." I'll admit that I was taken aback at this point, but guilt stabbed into me like a thousand knives regardless.

"You needn't do that," I murmured. "I love you the way you are."

I've always tried my best to be honest, but the rare transparent lie will always slip out.

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