He's a little stubborn.

Zeno

I don't feel hungry. Not anymore. 

When Nero insisted that I must eat, the thought of food seemed somewhat tempting, but now, I feel like I have a lump in my throat, and no force will help me get rid of it. 

As if the tense situation between Nero and me wasn't enough, now, I have his friend breathing down my neck. I understand that Damon wants what's best for his closest friend, but that doesn't give him the right to scold me like a child. 

Something happened. Something I don't want Damon to know about: whatever is going on between Nero and me is our business and our business alone. We don't need anyone interfering and trying to save something that will inevitably end in disaster.

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