Who: Kendall Broadmoor & Rose Knightley!
What: WHELP
Where: her sad flat
When: todayish!

Rose had been doing a very good job at slowly suffocating herself into her comforter until Kendall had shown up. Why had she even told him he could come over? All he had done was open her curtains, unceremoniously drag her out of bed (inspite of her protesting cries), and now she was propped up at the kitchen table because.... she couldn’t remember. That had probably been established when she’d been childishly acting like a lifeless animal, and therefore unmoveable. But you really couldn’t play that game with a professional quidditch player, could you?

Ugh. Pressing her fingers into her eyes, Rose hovered low over the table. Kendall was behind the counter, making tea, which was fruitless on his part because he could be making the best bloody tea in the world, and she wouldn’t have the stomach to drink it.

All she wanted, all she wanted... was Octavius. To see him, to talk with him, to make up! Because breaking up wasn’t what she wanted, they weren’t meant to break, and she didn’t know why she had said what she said; it certainly wasn’t what she was feeling now. But talking to him meant--- she squeezed her eyes closed, pulling them as tight as she could. Talking to him meant, if there was a possibility of getting back together, telling him what had happened at the party.... Rose sunk fully into the table. He would never forgive her for that. So she couldn’t see him, because she couldn’t tell him, and it wasn’t even like he had written anyway....

“I just want to die,” she spoke miserably, finally pressing her face into the cool wood. She wrapped her arms close to her head in an attempt to hide it.

Kendall walked around the counter and placed the mug of tea in front of Rose. He honestly didn’t know what else to do, other than force her out of bed, make her drink something. Possibly eat. For all he knew she had been holded up here since her and Octavius broke up. He was actually a bit shocked she even told him at all, all things considered.

“Unfortunately for you, I’m not letting that happen. I like you too much. Drink your tea.” He nudged the mug closer to her. Kendall didn’t really understand what happened. She made up with him, and he was actually mad at her, yet broke up with Octavius who understood and didn’t hold a single grudge. It was crazy. Not that he was ever going to point that out.

“Rose, what happened?” he asked quietly, leaning against the counter.

She let out a silent sigh and moved her head so it rested on her arm. Kendall really was no good at all, was he? Making her get up, attempting to put sustenance in her body, and now talking about--- things. Things. Break up things. Whatever happened to his firm stance of not liking to see her cry? Rose’s free hand played with the cup’s handle for a couple of silent moments.

“I don’t know,” Rose answered finally in a small voice. The past few days, the past week had made even no sense to her. And it seemed to happen at all once--- she didn’t even know why she had said that, to ’not talk anymore’. It didn’t even make sense! At the time, maybe, because she had been feeling quite hurt by his words, but not forever. That wasn’t how she wanted to end things with him, she didn’t want to end things at all! So why she said things like that, and did what she did at that stupid party just, just--- she pulled her lips back.

In an attempt to hide her quickly forming tears, Rose blinked rapidly. “I don’t know,” she repeated, pulling her legs up to bring them close to her chest. The position was uncomfortable, with her feet hanging over the edge of the chair, but the support was necessary. “He kept saying he didn’t know what to say, and then I felt like---” She was so stupid. Who got it in their head that their boyfriend didn’t care? “like--- like he was starting to care less?” Her tone picked up, showing her obvious doubt and dismay with her own thoughts. “So--”

At this point, Rose buried her face into her knees, feeling so humiliating and dumb she could barely muster it. She shakily continued. “So I asked him if he loved me, and he wouldn’t answer so I just--- just---” Her hands flew to the top of her head and pushed hard onto it. It was all her fault, this whole mess was entirely her fault. She began to cry into her legs.

Kendall had no idea what to do. Rose was crying and he was at a complete loss. Thomas usually dealt with the weepy Rose. Well, he usually was there first, being the same house and all, and by the time Kendall got wind it was much easier to do the whole okay lets cheer you up thing.

He sat down in the chair across from her and what now? He wanted to ask if he should owl Thomas, but given the situation that seemed like it would be awkward. This whole thing was a huge tangled awkward mess now and he really just wanted to go back to before. He wasn’t exactly sure when before was, but definitely before it got so complicated..

“Aww Rose.” He said sympathetically, trying to bide his time as he chose his next words carefully. He knew what he wanted to say. Haven’t you learned anything being best friends with two guys? You can’t just demand answers to questions like those. What was he even suppose to say to all of that. “He isn’t starting to care less about you. And I don’t know, he probably just --- freaked out a bit. You kind of put him on the spot, you know?”

He pulled her hands off her head so he could make her look up at him. “It’s not the end of the world, okay? Let’s get you sorted and you can go over and talk to him. I’m sure you can fix this up in no time. Just because he didn’t answer you, doesn’t mean he doesn’t love you.”

Rose picked her head up, sniffling. “You think I should owl him?” she asked hopefully, allowing herself in those few moments to actually take Kendall’s advice to heart. Yes, it could be fixed as easily as he was making it sound, couldn’t it? And then everything could go back to the way it was, before this stupid fight that shouldn’t even have been a fight happened. But--- as quickly as that hope had filled her, reality set in.

Kendall didn’t know the whole story, so he would say that. Rose bit the insides of her cheeks, and laid her head back down on her knees.

“But I told him I didn’t think we should talk anymore...” Rose trailed off, again talking in a small voice. She pressed the side of her face down get a better look at her friend. Who, if she was going to admit, was rather surprising her. When he had said he’d be coming over, the most she’d expected from him was some sympathetic noises as she drowned herself into her couch. This was... much more. She would have applauded him, if she wasn’t so steeped in her own misery.

“Yeah, and I don’t know how many times you’ve told me not to talk to you over the years, yet here I am. We all say things we don’t really mean when we are upset.” He said rolling his eyes. Was she really going to stop herself from talking to Octavius over that?

“No, you should go talk to him, in person. Just explain. It’s not like you said that you never ever wanted to see him again. What you said could just of well meant ‘we shouldn’t talk anymore today, right now, while we’re upset’. I don’t know. That doesn’t sound like a break up to me. So, that means all is not lost, yeah?”

But-- but--- Rose pulled her lips together thin, unsure of what to really say. It had felt like a break up to her. It felt like one now! Kendall didn’t understand. It was! Octavius hadn’t even responded to the last journal comment....

She let out a deep sigh, and rolled her neck to press her forehead into the crack between her knees. She didn’t know why she was fooling herself, letting him talk her into things she wanted to hear, all inspite of knowing she couldn’t. She couldn’t--- she couldn’t tell him about Rupert Brookstanton, not Kendall and certainly not Octavius. Just the thought of doing that made her want to violently vomit.

But she did want to see him--- she did---

“Thanks Kendall,” Rose muttered miserably, deciding this was as far as she could let the conversation go. She turned her head again, and with a pathetic smile reached to clutch his arm in an appreciative manner.