“You seem depressed,” Saiko says one night.
“I mean, have you looked at what the CCG has become?” Urie admits. “Didn’t you just yell at me for this last night?”
“Yup, but now you seem even more sad.” Saiko crosses her arms. “What’s up?”
Urie heaves a sigh.
“Does it have to do with Mucchy?” Saiko eyes him. She’s not as unobservant as she appears.
Urie colors. “No.”
“Riiiiiiight.” Saiko pinches Urie’s cheek.
He recoils. “Don’t touch my face!”
“Then don’t lie!” Saiko plops down besides him. “Talk to me.”
“It’s silly, really.”
“Define ‘silly.’”
“I mean…I miss Mutsuki, that’s all.” Urie avoids Saiko’s eyes.
“Why?” Saiko scowls. “You don’t…you do, don’t you?”
“I – no!” Urie shrieks.
“You do! You love Mutsuki!” Saiko leaps to her feet and shakes him. “You love Mutsuki, you do, you do! Urie and Mutsuki, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-”
“Shut up!” Urie begs. “Please. I just…he loves Sasaki and it’s killing him and breaking my heart.”
“Aw, you do have one.” Saiko crosses her arms. She’s unfazed by Mutsuki’s feelings for Sasaki. They were obvious.
“I’m in love with Mutsuki and I don’t know what to do.” Urie buries his head in his hands. “Dear god.”
“Well…’ Saiko smirks. “Looks like we need to dredge up a plan.”