It Smells Horrible
Olive sighed, lowering his head.
"You never would have told me if I didn't ask, right?"
Valentine didn't give him a response.
"Answer me, Valentine." Olive's hands, which were pressed down on the bed on either side of his head, balled into fists.
Valentine spared him a glance and mumbled an answer, "Yes… I wouldn't have told you."
"I see." Olive abruptly chuckled, amused. "You are a horrible and selfish person, Valentine. You really are." He got off him and laid back down on the bed, turning to face the other side.
"I'm not selfish," Valentine retaliated. "I didn't say a word for your sake, and not just for yours, but for others too. How does that make me selfish?"
"If you can't even figure that much out, fuck off and never come back here!" Olive growled at him, pissed off. "Idiot!"
"I'm not an idiot, don't call me that!" Valentine glared at him.