I saw them in the Wavering Wood. Holding hands. Face to face, like they were about to break into song.

Then Penny and I got spirited away by the Humdrum. The Humdrum summoned us and it stopped mattering.

And now the moment has passed and if I bring it up, I'll just be opening wounds that are just starting to heal.

Penny keeps telling me that I should talk to Agatha about it. About her and Baz

"I'd want to know why Baz was holding hands with Micah," she'd argued.

I replied that so would I.

And it doesn't matter because I trust her. It's him I don't trust.

He's a tosser and a git as well as an evil vampyr to boot.

He keeps eyeing her, like he'd love nothing more than to spirit her away to some castle and drain her and make her his bride. All I want to do is hurt him so he can't. He can't have her.

But we have a truce, so I can't.

Maybe… Maybe now that we're on the same page I can just talk to him?

I don't think he'll do what I ask. I don't trust him that much. But maybe…

I asked him to meet me in the tower during tea so here I am, missing my scones and waiting for him to get here.

The door opens slowly and a grey hand lets go of the handle. I stand up, though I'm not sure why. He can't attack me here.

"Baz." his name feels weird in my mouth. Saying it to him, I mean. I talk about him all the time, but to him? Talking to him is different.

He always calls me Snow, should I call him Pitch?

He introduced himself (with his full name, like the prat he is) our first year and said everyone calls him Baz, but then again I introduced myself as Simon and he calls me Snow anyways.

This is weird.

"Snow." He's so cool, like he asked me here.

And I feel so awkward so I just rush everything out as fast as I can. "I want you to leave Agatha alone."

His coolness ices over and he is absolutely frigid. The smirk is gone from his face and he looks as inhuman as I know he is.

The door is still open and I realize he's holding a tray of scones in one hand.

He sets the tray on my desk silently. They're sour cherry scones… My favorites.

They aren't even being served today, which is why I told him to meet me now instead of sometime else.

"Is that all?" He turns to leave, but I don't understand him and I feel threatened so I grab his arm.

"I'm serious, I don't want you looking at her.

"You're not her boyfriend, Snow, and you don't control her. I'll do what I like."

He's not making it any easier for me to keep this truce and I don't know what I'm doing. This is all so insane.

He jerks his hand away, takes a look at me, and closes the door.

But he doesn't move and he's blocking the door now. I'm starting to feel trapped and I don't like it. This year is optional. Maybe he's going to off me now. It's underhanded and messed up, so I don't doubt it.

He looks horrible. So horrible. Like he isn't eating… or drinking, I guess.

Sallow, greyer than usual. He's got bags under his eyes and I know he's not been sleeping.

He looks like how I look when I come back each term. Maybe worse.

"Do you want these or not?" It sounds like he's making fun of me, but I'm not so sure and I really do want them.

"You eat them."

He raises an eyebrow, but there's no real energy behind it. "I think the roommate's anathema covers poison."

So neither of us touch them.

"I'm leaving."

"We have a truce!" I sound like I'm pleading. I'm not.

"Agatha isn't part of it."

I feel like screaming, so I do. "Crowley, Baz! Why can't you just let me have her!"

He's not even ruffled and I hate it. Why does he feel so little when I feel so much? "She's not yours."

"She would be if you stopped getting involved!"

"Why! She looks like she doesn't even have a personality without you!"

This stops me and the room starts to clear, which is when I realize I'm starting to smoke again.

"She doesn't even have her own friends, Simon. Even I have my own friends."

He's talking me down and this is so new. He doesn't talk me down. That's not who he is.

And I can't hurt him in our room anyways.

But I'm not in the mood to be talked down, so I throw my pillow against the wall, wishing I could do more than just have a temper tantrum. That's all I ever do really.

"I'm not interested in her!" he says quietly.

He never has to shout for me to hear him.

So he's just doing all this, has been doing all of this for all these years just to mess with me.

"You're such a prat." I growl. "So it was all just to mess with me? You ruined a perfectly good-"

"For snake's sakes, I'm gay! And besides! Nothing about your relationship was good!"

I realize I've been slowly getting closer to him and he's got both hands behind him, propping himself up on my desk.

He's… He's gay…

Baz Pitch likes men.

I don't know why I'm surprised, it's not like I don't know gay people. Trixie, Penny's roomate, is gay. And I was friends with Rhyker before he graduated last year and he was queer too.

But it's Baz.

I'm standing there, gaping at him, then realize that I'm really close to him and back up.

He lets out a sigh, like he's been holding his breath and I'm not sure why.

Because he's finally come out? Because he's dehydrated and needs blood? Because-

"So are you just messing with her to get to me."

He looks me dead in the eye with an expressionless face, though one eyebrow is quirked. "I'm sure you do have enough brain capacity to figure it out."

Even though he looks like this isn't bothering him, I can tell it is. He's still by the desk, which is probably the farthest he could get from me without leaving.

Does he think I'll hurt him?

I mean… I will hurt him, eventually, and I have before, but not because of who he's attracted to…

And then it hits me, like that Chimera when it hit me with its tail, and I'm out of breath. Or maybe I've forgotten to breathe… I don't know.

I sit on the bed.

He likes me… Crowley, snakes sakes, Methuselah… All of them…

Baz Pitch likes me… The dark prince of the old families has feelings for me.

He knows before I even say anything and snickers. "Surprised someone could like you?"

I want to say something back, but I don't. I can't look at him, this is… Not something I ever expected…

"Maybe I should've saved that for the final fight. I doubt you could cast anything right now."

"How can you be so calm?" Finally my voice returns, but it's quieter than usual.

He laughs darkly. "Unless you magickally have feelings for me too, then it changes nothing. We'll still avenge my mother, you'll still kill me."

I don't respond because honestly I'm not sure…

If I said that I've never thought about him like that I'd be lying, but I figured I just had serious issues that made me confuse hatred for… Not hatred.

"What… What if it did change things?"

He looks as shocked as I've ever seen him, which basically means his eyes are a little bit wider. Maybe a fraction even.

"I'm leaving."

He gets up and I reach out to stop him… But that's crossing a line and I don't think he wants that.

But he turns to look back at me. "If it did change things… What would really change? We still have our roles. So tell me Snow, what does this change.

"Everything."