There had been a particular reason, why they ended up this way within the confines of a parked car with tinted windows. There is certainly an explanation as to why they were crashing lips and moving their bodies at a rhythm that didn't match the blaring music from the radio. There is certainly, without a shadow of doubt, a rational cause for what was happening right now.

Did they remember that?

No.

Did they care?

Probably not.

Does it matter?

Now, that's debatable.

"But really, Sunshine," he joked when they finished, "Mismatched underwear?"

"Well I didn't really think I'd be banging anyone today, now did I?"

Her hair was in tangles and she was slipping her pants back on. The unflattering sweater she'd been sporting earlier was never removed but she did feel hands roaming up her torso beneath the fabric. Really, this was a new low even for her but even she had to admit that for moment she did forget about her hatred for the cold weather mainly because the body on hers was so warm.

She stole a glance at him—warm colors, warm features although his choice of clothing would always be rather dull and dark.

"Good thing I brought a condom," he laughed.

Rolling her eyes at this, she said, "Don't you always bring a condom wherever you go?"

He brought his hand up to his chest in feigned offence, "I'm hurt, sunshine. Just what exactly do you take me for?"

Shrugging as she took her bag and checked her belongings, she replied with a simple, "I don't know, a womanizer maybe? A guy that can't live without shoving his dick into a hole every now then."

"Wow, just how bad of an impression did I leave on you?"

"Do you really want me to answer that?"

Right then and there, she could have stepped out of the car. There was a long pause and she thought she saw his expression morph into something softer. It wasn't like that sleazy sarcastic smirk he'd hang on his face whenever he tried to get to her with his sweet talking. Quite frankly, the sweet talk doesn't even work anyway.

"Trust me, though," breaking the silence, he turned to her, "This was just a coincidence. I don't fool around with just anybody." Maybe this was the first time she's seen him like this. The lighter mood died down and he now was sporting a poker face.

"Oh?" she replied more because she felt like she needed to say something and not because she was all that interested.

"Like I said, I like girls with dignity and I probably have a soft spot for bad girls too. They don't come much worse than you."

"I think I can think of a few people. Mainly I'm just generally more irritable than the average living human."

Then he laughed. "You know I really like you. We should be friends."

Turns out Panne did like the bunny key chain.

Gaius smiled when he found a text from Tharja on his way home from work. Maybe she finally warmed up to him, he thought. It makes him feel satisfied in a way. Now, as he headed for his car, he didn't notice the soul that was coming up to him from behind.

"Gaius, please, just hear me out," the familiar voice rang.

He froze and turned to the man, a blank expression adorning his features. "For the last time, Blue, stop it"

Chrom huffed at this. "What happened to you, Gaius? Where were you all those years? You just disappeared." His eyes gleamed in the dark. It filled to the brim with something Gaius could only recognize as concern—was it really? It could have been something else. Pity, maybe? Contempt.

"Why does it matter?"

"Why does it matter?" Oh dear, he seemed to have hit a sore spot. Now he'll never hear the end of it. "You were my best friend, Gaius!" There it is. Contempt in Chrom's eyes, he can see it clearly.

"Were," Gaius coldly seethed through his teeth, "Now let me ask you a question, Blue."

The orange haired man felt his hands ball into fists as he looked the rich man in the eye—stared him down and recalled everything. "Is it really you talking or is it your guilt? You tell me."

Utter confusion stuck the blue haired man's features. "What are you on about?"

"Glad to see it's still you in there, Blue," he entered his car and drove away.

Gaius didn't want anything to do with Chrom ever since the incident. It wasn't really anyone's fault. If anything, he was to blame. He hit the wheel when he stopped. The car horn blared and it owed him a bunch of angry looks from the people around. After all, it was late in the night.

His apartment was lonely and messy. In fact, he was very much reminded of his place when he saw Tharja's. It had a bleaker atmosphere and a different layout but it essentially gave off a similar aura.

Maybe it's why they got along so well.

He ended up dialing her number and waited after three rings before somebody picked up. "Hey ho, you've reached Tharja's phone nyahaha!" The receiver sounded like a guy, though, much to his dismay.

"Uh who is this?" He asked, "Why are you answering her calls?"

"Oh that's because of the party," he replied, "She's pretty wasted right now. This is Henry speaking."

"Henry huh," well this certainly wasn't turning out the way he wanted it to. This should prove interesting though. He wondered who this Henry guy was. "So uhh, how do you know Tharja?"

"I should be asking you that question uhhh," there was a short pause, probably to check the caller ID, "Dickhead? It sounds like Tharja doesn't like you all that well."

"It's Gaius," he sighed. He wasn't really surprised.

"Thanks, now I can address you properly."

"So how do you know Tharja?"

"Oh, I'm her coworker. We also went to college together. Right now, I'm fixing up her place. It's a mess." He heard shuffling sounds before Henry continued, "How about you?"

He paused at that. What was he supposed to say to this guy? Should he tell him he screwed her one night after they met at a Casino? That would be hella awkward. "Well we uhh," he looked around frantically trying to find something—anything to aid him in his time of need. "We met in a wrestling match?"

Dear Naga, what the hell was that?

"Huh, didn't think Tharja would be into wrestling," Henry remarked.

"You'd uhh be surprised at how many grapples she knows." Beads of sweat rolled down his cheek as he waited for the receiver's response.

"Interesting," Henry chirped. "You learn something new every day!" Thank goodness he didn't press any further.

Then, in the morning, Tharja called him.

"Henry told me you called yesterday," she said, "Funny, I didn't know I was interested in wrestling."

He was out of excuses now.