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Oz nodded a bit before sitting down next to him, knees against his chest and chin resting on his knees. He then proceeded to wait patiently for Yami to come back out, thinking on how to cheer him up and apologize for being an idiot.

Oz nodded again before getting up off the bench and walking back to his house, too numb and depressed to even speak anymore. He felt like such a jerk, treading where he shouldn't have even bothered. Now his lover hated him. And he was just trying to help. So much for that...

Oz went strait upstairs to his room, not even noticing the smell of freshly baked goodies his mom made. Or a fourth voice from the kitchen. Once in his room, he turned on the TV and Kuroshitsuji instantly started playing. He often did this when he was upset; he put on a random movie that he thought was funny and just listened to it as he buried his face into the pillow. And that's just what he did; he climbed on the bed and shoved his face into his pillow.

Oz didn't look up at him when he sat down. He didn't even look up when his favorite scene (Grell on the trolley) was playing on the screen. "What's the point?" He said into the pillow. "All I'd do is ******** up again..."

Oz finally decided to raise his head to look at light with a slight smile. "I have never taken an interest in soap operas, so I would never know." The fact that he lifted his face from the pillow and smiled, even if by a little, was some improvement.

Oz nodded a bit to his 'explanation' of a soap opera. "I figured that." At his comment to the sex and the nickname, he couldn't help but feel his cheeks burn slightly in embarrassment. He didn't mind talking about that kind of thing, but for it to be brought up so casually in a normal conversation was a bit on the embarrassing side. When he asked if Yami would be willing to share, he shrugged slightly, getting depressed again. "Why don't you ask him? He's not talking to me anytime soon."

Oz shook his head slightly. "I honestly want to make him not mad at me." he said, fiddling with the corner of his pillow. At that moment, the theme song, Monochrome no Kiss, started playing on the screen. Sitting up instantly, he exclaimed, "I think I got it!" Getting up off the bed, he went over to his closet and started rummaging around in it. After a minute of two, he comes out with an acostic guitar. Setting the guitar on the bed for a while, he looked around in his desk drawers until he pulls out a tune whistle and a few sheets of paper. Picking the guitar back up, he put the whistle in his mouth and blew, plucking the strings of the instrument after he does. He repeats this process, tuning the guitar. Once he was ready, he set the sheets of music on a stand before sitting on the bed. He plucked a few more strings before proceeding to play Monochrome no Kiss.