Glinda stormed angrily down the hallway to Fiyero's room, slamming his door open. He groaned at the bang of the door against the wall and buried his head under his pillow.
She grabbed the pillow and threw it across the room, yelling, "What are you still doing in bed? You were supposed to meet with the ambassador from Munchkinland this morning, and because you never showed up, he's refusing to negotiate with the Vinkus anymore!"
"And, what does that have to do with you?" he asked acidly as he glared at her and stretched. "I believe that anything to do with the Vinkus government is my jurisdiction."
"It matters to me when the man is threatening to cut off all political ties with Oz because Munchkinland is tired of being treated as an afterthought," she snapped. "Now, get up and go apologize to him before he leaves the city."
"No, I'm not," he replied, pulling his covers over his head.
Snatching the sheet away from his body, she bellowed, "Why the hell not?"
He rolled his eyes and said, "I spoke with him last night, and he refused to negotiate. He wanted to make a scene about this because he wants Munchkinland to secede from Oz. If you want to fix the problem, contact the governor that you appointed. Use your influence. But, I'll be damned before I pander to the demands of that asshole."
"Why didn't you tell me any of this before I got blindsided by a raving politician?" she asked, sinking onto his bed.
"I didn't think it was necessary for you to know," he said as he shrugged his shoulders. "That's all."
"Liar," she hissed as her eyes narrowed.
"What?" he questioned incredulously.
"You've been avoiding me," she said, pointing an accusing finger in his direction. "Ever since that night in the kitchen, you've gone out of your way to keep from talking to me."
"That's not true," he sputtered.
"Then why didn't you warn me about this?" she replied. "Since when has something that will directly impact Oz not been my business? What gives you the right to undermine my authority because you're too busy brooding in your room to give a damn about anything?"
"It's not that big of a deal," he defended himself stubbornly.
"Not that big of a deal?" she repeated, rolling her eyes. "Of course it's a big deal. I might have a revolution on my hands now because the Munchkinland ambassador was publicly snubbed by the Vinkan prince."
"Fine," he muttered as he got out of bed. "I'm leaving."
"Oh, so you're just going to run away?" she asked viciously. "How long will it take your guilty conscience to catch up with you while you're sitting in a bar?"
"No, I'm going back home," he snapped, whirling around to face her. "I can't take this. You refuse to forgive me, and since I'm bad at my job, it only makes sense for me to go home so you won't have to deal with me anymore. I'm sure my parents will send their apologies tomorrow, and after you talk with the governor, everything will be fine."
She watched as he stormed around the room, throwing a few shirts and a pair of pants into a bag. He stubbed his toe on the dresser and cursed violently before abandoning the idea of packing and simply heading for the door.
"Wait," she called after him, startling herself with the harshness of her voice.
He stopped and asked through clenched teeth, "What?"
Biting her lip, she stared down at the floor and mumbled, "I don't want you to go."
He turned around to look at her, confusion written all over his face, "What are you talking about?"
"I don't want for you to leave," she said a little louder, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I let you walk out on me once, and I can't let that happen again."
"And, why not?" he asked, his shoulders slumping with defeat.
She sighed and closed her eyes, "Because as much as I wish this wasn't true, I still love you. I'm not ready to forgive you yet, and I still don't think that I want anything more from you than friendship. But, I can't let you leave me like this. Please, just, not again."
Tears started to slowly trickle down her cheeks, and she wiped them away, irritated by her unstable emotions; he sighed and dropped his bag in order to cross the room and take her into his arms.
Pressing a kiss to her forehead, he murmured, "I'm sorry, Glinda, I really am. I didn't mean to hurt you then, and I certainly don't want to now."
She buried her face in his chest and sobbed as he held her, even though she didn't even understand why she was upset. Maybe it was the fact that she confessed her feelings for him before she had fully realized what loving him meant. He was still in love with Elphaba, and even though she knew that he felt something for her, that didn't mean it would be enough for him to ever love her the way she wanted him to. So, she simply cried and allowed him to hold her so that she at least could remember what they had once shared.