Not Like You

"Are you just going to leave me like this?"
Schuldig didn't react, tried to ignore him as he kept on walking, casual as all hell. Like he wasn't walking away from someone he had practically known his entire life.
"After all we've been through...?"
Keep going, he told himself. Don't turn around, don't turn around, don't...
"You won't last a week without me--"
There's no way I'm going back, none whatsoever, none, nonenonenone.
"--never mind a day." He sensed a smirk behind those words, behind the subtle pleading.

Don't let his words get to you. Keep going. Don't stop, whatever you do, don't--
Schuldig stopped and half-turned, hands in his pants pockets.

Damn me being the guilty one.
"No, Crawford." His voice was firm, defiant. He saw the look on Crawford's face, a look of being taken aback.
There's no way I'm going back to you.
"You wouldn't last a day without me. And guess what? I'm not like you."

Crawford set his jaw tightly, eyes narrowed at Schuldig's accusation.

He didn't have the heart to tell him he was right.