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➢ fifty two

Misha pulled away suddenly. No, he couldn't do this. How could he be so stupid? How could he let Jensen in like this when he had cheated on him?

He stood up abruptly, letting out a sigh. "I can't do this."

"What?" A startled Jensen asked, scrambling to stand up so they were at eye level again.

"I just can't, okay? I can't do this to myself and risk being hurt by you again." Misha started walking towards the forest, wanting to just go back home to his apartment and curl up on the couch. He'd probably end up marathoning Gilmore Girls so he could tease Jared about it the next day.

"Goodbye, Jensen." He said, glancing over his shoulder one last time as he made his way into the trees.

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The two men parted after a moment, gazing into each other's eyes.

"Does this mean—" Jensen started to ask, but Misha cut him off.

"Yes." He nodded. "But this doesn't mean I fully trust you again."

He couldn't help but smile softly. "I understand that completely. You have every reason to not fully trust me. I'm just glad that we're finally back together."

"So was I actually doing okay playing the guitar? Or were you just saying that?" Misha questioned, genuinely curious if his guitar playing skills were decent or not.

"For a beginner? Yeah, you were okay. You just need to keep practicing." Jensen nodded, taking the guitar from him and setting it aside.

"Well, you'll have to keep teaching me then." A grin appeared on Misha's lips.

Jensen smiled back at Misha. "I don't mind that. But you're going to have to get your own guitar, because you can't always use mine."

"Why not?" Misha fake pouted for a moment, sticking out his bottom lip.

"Because I might need it! Or maybe we'll be out of town at a con and I didn't bring mine. I don't know." He gave a small shrug. He honestly didn't really mind if Misha played his guitar, but at some point he'd have to get his own.

"Good point." Misha nodded. He didn't say anything else on the topic, deciding that there wasn't much else to discuss. His stomach growled loudly, breaking the silence. "Uhh, I think I will take that pasta now."

Jensen laughed, rummaging around in the basket for a moment before pulling out the plastic container and passing it over to him, along with a fork. "Here."

"Thanks." He gladly took it from him. He took the lid off, starting to eat some of the pasta. "So you made the pasta yourself?" Upon seeing Jensen nod, Misha raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Seriously?"

"Seriously. I'm actually a decent cook, contrary to popular belief. When Jared and I lived together, I did all the cooking." He gave a small shrug.

Misha let out an impressed whistle. "Well then. You'll have to cook some more for me at some point."

Jensen couldn't help but let out a snort. "You're just trying to get me to cook for you since you know you're a terrible chef."

He chewed his pasta silently for a moment. Jensen was totally right about that. He was a pretty horrible chef. He wasn't sure how he managed to be able to get food on the table that was edible; but maybe that's because he ate out a lot or ate on set mostly, where there was an actual caterer. "Maybe." He admitted. "But that's another thing you'll have to teach me."