A/N: Second drabble for today.
The law about being wrong – Everyone can admit to themselves that they were wrong; the true test is admitting it to someone else.
Dark looked at his lover who sat across the table. The lover who hadn't spoken to him in a week.
'Really, I know I was wrong, but does he have to get so worked up about it?' He sighed and took another sip of his coffee. Also, it had meant no sex for one whole week and that was starting to get to him.
The blond looked up from his newspaper and averted his eyes when he saw that Dark was staring at him.
'Serves him right, that bastard.'
Yes, Krad was really mad this time. Dark putted his cup on the table and sighed again.
"Krad?" He didn't look up and showed no sign of having heard the other.
"I'm sorry, okay? I'll never try to throw away your teddy-bear again."