A/N: is messing up my formatting for the conversations, but I think you can tell what's going on.

Disclaimer: Homestuck belongs to Andrew Hussie (only 10 days to the update!).

The girl pauses right inside the front door, leaning against the nearest wall. She drops her bag softly, trying to dampen the thump it makes on the floor. Lights dance on the wall as light streams into the hallway from the TV in the living room. A shadow appears, covering the light show.

Nepeta? Is t)(at you?

:33 oh… hey fef… yeah, it's me.

Wait, was t)(at Gamzee outside?

:33 umm… yeah, it was.

Is t)(ere somet)(ing you aren't telling me?

:33 jeez, fef. i'm an adult. i can do what i want. you're not my mother.

She is angry at her roommate. This always happens, she thinks. She thinks she can take over my life just because I'm small. She thinks I need to be taken care of like I'm a little kid. But I can do what I want. The girl grabs her bag and storms into her room, leaving the other woman with a flustered look on her face.

Sitting on her bed, the girl tried to decompress. She yanks her bag onto the bed. The lights are off, so she rummages around blindly, trying to find her netbook. It's in a different pocket than it usually is, but it's still there. She is relieved, and boots up the computer.

She signs into chat, and realizes Equius is still online.

Equius is her moirail, her best friend. But it's slightly more than that. Moirailigence is more like platonic love: they protect each other, offer advice, and help each other out of sticky situations. Equius could help her figure out her feelings. She clicks his name, causing a smaller window to spring onto the screen.

-Chat Conversation Between NEPETA and EQUIUS-

:33 hey equius!

:33 i need your help with something.

D- You were starting to worry me, nepeta

D- I have not heard from you in several days

:33 sorry! i've been really busy. and that's kinda what i need your help with.

D- Has something bad happened

:33 no, no… everything's actually really good. except for things with fef. she's being kinda controlling, but that's normal. i can deal with her later.

:33 i'm kind of… involved with someone.

D- Is this a social involvement… or more romantic

:33 ummm… romantic

D- May I ask with whom this relationship is with

D- I would also like to know if this relationship would be considered a matespritship

:33 oh… er well i'm not sure you're gonna like this… but it's gamz33

:33 and i'm not sure if it would be considered a matespritship yet… i haven't thought about it that way

D- Nepeta you know how I feel about him

D- I do not think you should associate with him

D- Even though he is of a higher social class

:33 jeez you and your social classes… don't you just ever care about the person?

:33 and i don't agree with you. deep down he is a really nice person. he cares.

:33 i know you remember last time but i swear he's trying to change. he's a different person now.

D- I still would not like it if you were to associate with him

:33 you and fef had the same reaction. but i'm an adult and i can control my own life!

:33 i thought you would support me! but you obviously don't. well fine then.

The girl pushes the computer away from her in disgust. Why don't they support me? Why don't they care about what I have to say? Why do they all think I'm so little? She is frustrated.

She refuses to think about it anymore.

She skirts past her roommate and into the single bathroom, and turns the shower on warm. As the water flows over her skin, she still refuses to think. Instead, she concentrates on the right angles of the white tiles on the walls. The only decision she makes is to work the afternoon shift the next day, in order to get home before the other woman and avoid her all together.

The girl scurries back to her room, turns out the light, and pulls her sheets over her head.

The man, on the other hand, does plenty of thinking. He finishes the laundry and cleans his house. He considers doing several things, but decides on the most dramatic one.

He is happy. He is starting to get a headache, but he is happy. He will feel worse in the morning. Withdrawal is not a pleasant feeling, but he is happy.