Hell yeah, gonna give me a gold star? [Corry nips at Kyle's throat, nearly hard enough to leave a mark. He's not thinking, not considering the ramifications of putting hickeys all over an omega he hadn't claimed. Bad manners, generally speaking.]

All right. What's one thing you'd change, if you could pick? [Wow, right to the point.]

I sound that tragic, huh? No, we just... [Corry trails off, frowning unconsciously.] Grew apart. Which -- feels fucked, y’know? That someone you loved that much could just become...a fuckin' Facebook birthday reminder.