Please, this needs to end...

When I told you I wanted to be friends, that's what i meant. Just friends.

But this thing you are doing now, quite frankly, freaks me out. Portaling into my room, putting me to sleep, then kissing me? That's weird man. Weird.

Seek help


P. S. No means no.

Written by my hand on the 19th of Midwinter, in the year 1136.