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"... I..." Long started, but stopped. There was a very deep pain in his voice. He shook his head a little, not sure if he could continue.

Rosen turned on Long, "You asked me if you could start over!" he declared loudly, "You wanted to change things! Then you go behind my back and ask Wolfe to either kill you or send you back. What the terra am I supposed to believe now? Obviously, you don't want anything to do with me and yet here we are!"

"... I..." Long whispered again, head in his hands now. He struggled for the words. When he couldn't find them he just said, "I look in the mirror... and my reflection makes me sick." And for the first time, Rosen heard pure hatred in Long's voice.

Rosen stared at Long for awhile before he slowly reached out and put a bandaged hand lightly on Long's shoulder.

Long didn't move, head still in his hands.

Rosen found himself at a loss for words again which irritated him. He moved his bandaged hand so it was covering one of Long's, "Look at me, Long," he ordered quietly.

Long clearly didn't want to. But he slowly pulled his hands away from his face enough to turn his head to glance at Rosen. He looked like he was drowning in the hatred he felt for himself.

There seemed to be something similar going on behind Rosen's eyes but not to such an extreme extent. Once Rosen could see Long's eyes he leaned forward and kissed the bridge between his eyebrows.

When Rosen pulled away, Long's eyes were closed and a little color had returned to his face.

"You are not disgusting," Rosen told him quietly, hand still on his, "because if you were, I wouldn't hang out with you. You are weird," he stated, "because if you weren't, I wouldn't hang out with you."

That didn't seem to help too much. But thankfully it didn't seem to do any more harm. He slowly blinked open his eyes as he moved to turn forward again.

Rosen stared at Long before suddenly turning his face back towards him with his hand, ignoring the pain for once in his life, and kissed Long right on the lips.

Long jerked a little, almost pulling away. His face got warmer as he blushed a little. But he couldn't seem to find the courage to kiss him back.

Rosen finally did pull away, "You are not disgusting!" he said more forcefully, "Don't you dare look in the mirror and think that. You said you wanted to start over? Then stop focusing on the past, you blockhead!"

Long looked away as if he thought that was impossible.

Rosen forced his head back again, "Do you want to start over or not?!" he almost shouted.