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"Yeah, well, that's what I'd always thought!" Rosen spat, "And then you came along and ruined everything."

Long's face was still red. He was still hung up on the thought Rosen liked him. Then he started to look sheepish too, pulling down his sweater a little.

"Oh, knock it off!" Rosen spat, "You think I like that I like you? I don't!" the fear was coming through in his voice.

Long shrank a little more, looking away.

Rosen let out a sigh, covering his face with a hand, "You're just a bunch of trouble," he muttered, "Dirt... now I've got a headache... this is your fault again!" he accused.

Long didn't say anything, staying like he was.

Rosen slowly started to put himself back together, "... oh, by the way," he told Long as he slowly pushed himself away from the wall, "If you ever tell anyone I was crying, you'll curse the day you met me," he spat with not much energy.

Long didn't reply, he still hadn't moved.

Rosen sighed a little, "Yes, I like you," he repeated, "But I... don't want to just seduce you. I don't know how to know if you really like me... I've never cared before," he muttered as he scooted closer to Long.

Long still didn't move, but now he seemed uncomfortable.

Rosen stopped just a little bit from him, "What is the difference Long, between love and lust?" He whispered.

Long thought about it a little while, still not looking at Rosen. After a few moments he decided quietly, "Lust... is for yourself. And love is for the other person."

Rosen was quiet for awhile but his thoughts were interrupted by the girl's groan. He glanced at her, "We should leave," he decided quietly.

Long paused before nodding a little and standing, not looking at Rosen.

Rosen started to leave but then turned around and grabbed one of the half full bottles.

Long just kept walking out, starting back for the Juttle.