The Sentinels whiskey kisses

now, the friendzone isn't a real place; it's just the place reserved for men who pitch a fit that they aren't given sex when they are a Nice Guy, as if being nice to someone should result in sexual favors instead of gratitude. you know, like a normal dynamic. anyway, Casmir felt the wind go right out of his sails as, with a few gentle but cutting words, he was deposited into some realm near the friendzone , which didn't resolve around sex but the whine of 'i thought we had something!'

"a break," he mumbled. a break from him? or in general. friends. like they could be friends. but he was tired of fighting. the nausea in his gut told him that it was over. she was moving on and though it hurt like shit, he needed to do the same. fuck. "yeah," he said, lifting his eyes to her own. "friends."