He stood up, pushing in his chair and going over to the kitchen counter, where an open bottle waited for him. "I've been thinking a lot, " he said quietly. "About Romero and Alyona and how *squee!*ed up that relationship was... I'm no better than him, Fleur. It makes sense, now. He raised me."
She followed him quickly, pulling away the bottle from him stubbornly. "Stop it. You are not him, Ferris. You aren't like him.
He laughed dryly, turning to look at her as he reached for the bottle. "Aren't I?" he asked quietly. "Alyona was smart, Fleur. She left him before things got too bad. For some reason, though, you don't seem to want to give up on me. So, I've come to the conclusion that I need to do it for you."
"You're not him," she said roughly, moving the bottle away. "Romero is crazy. He wanted to brainwash Alyona. You aren't like that. Stop talking like this."
His lower lip trembled and he leaned back against the counter, folding his arms protectively. "You don't know him, Fleur," he said quietly, his voice trembling. "And you don't know me. I don't know what will happen if you stay, Fleur. I don't know what Romero was like when he was my age. And... and if I couldn't even get a job without being like him, what about the more important things? I wasn't... I wasn't raised with a good model of relationships and he is all I've ever seen. You deserve more than this."
She whimpered and shook her head, the tears welling in her eyes. "Ferris.. Don't do this.." she took a shaky breath. The tears spilled over and she stifled a sob. "I don't want to lose you."
He looked over at her suddenly, his brows furrowing as he came over to her, cupping her jaw gently. "Don't cry, Fleur, please don't cry."
She seemed to be in a mild panic, her hands falling weakly to her sides. "H-how can I not? You're breaking up with. You're not even sober."
He frowned, rubbing her back gently. "Here, just... Let's... let's go to bed, okay? We'll talk about it when I'm not drunk."
She sniffled, shaking her head slightly. She looked miserable, the tears making her mascara run a bit and her expression one of hurt. "Yeah, right. So I can hear you break up with me twice? You got your point across."
She couldn't seem to stop, her hands trembling as she reached up and put her hands on his arms, pulling away as she hid her face behind her hands, turning away from him sharply. "God, I'm so pathetic."
"No, my darling," he said, sounding like he was about to start crying himself. He tried to pull her to him, his hands shaking as tears spilled over. "No, you're not."
She went to him reluctantly, burying her face in his chest. "I don't want you to break up with me," she whimpered, "I don't want to beg you to stay with me.. I don't want to be alone and without you, Ferris."
He kissed her head, his whole body trembling. "I don't know what to do," he replied, his voice soft. "I don't know how to solve this."
"I only have you," she said tiredly, the words genuine. "I want to make it work.. but I want you to be happy too."
"You make me happy," he replied quietly. "I've... I've never been as happy as I am when I'm with you."
He slipped his arms around her waist, looking down at her. "I... I feel so weird to not be with you."
