Nº 9 from the strife post w/krispollo, maybe?
9. A emotionally manipulates B knowing full well they’re doing it.
Kristoph put his hand on Apollo’s, stopping him as he reached for his coat.
“You’re sure you can’t stay late and help me? I’ll take you out to dinner.”
Apollo froze at the touch and looked up, apologetic. “Sorry, Mr. Gavin… I promised Clay weeks ago, you know?”
Kristoph sighed, and took his hand away, turning away.
“Of course, Apollo. I’ve worked harder evenings. And lonelier ones. I’ll see you on Monday.”
Apollo winced, the dejected tone and broken contact a lead weight of guilt in his stomach.
“…I’ll call Clay, boss. I can stay.”
Kristoph’s smile lit the room.
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This was a fun one! I might tackle a longer version of the idea sometime soon.
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