"What the heck?!" Rosen demanded, turned and glaring at Long, "Do you want to get better or not?" he asked, angry face close to Long's.

Rosen could see the red blush in Long's face and the lust in his eyes now. "... I won't tell... if you wont'," he whispered.

Rosen recognized the look and slowly frowned, "This withdrawal is really messing with you more than I thought..." he mused as he slowly started to back off, "But you need to keep the IV in, okay?"

"Don't," Long said quickly, reaching out for Rosen's arm. The blush deepened before he hid his face again. But he didn't say any more.

Rosen blinked, "What?" he said, not really believing what he was hearing and seeing, "You want a kiss or something?"

Long didn't move for awhile. "... I... I'm scared," he stuttered quietly, "because... I don't remember..."

"Don't remember what?" Rosen asked with an eyeroll.

Long swallowed a little before continuing, still holding onto Rosen's arm, "I don't remember... loving anyone..." His face fell a little more into shadow. "But somehow... I know exactly what I'd do. I feel it, but I can't... why..." He swallowed again. "Why would someone do this to me?"

"Maybe Sheng trained you to seduce people and then wiped it from your memory," he replied with a shrug like it was perfectly natural, "You have memory gaps, right?"

Long shook his head a little. "... I was being trained... to suppress my feelings," he explained quietly. "I... kept failing."

Rosen's jaw dropped a little, "To suppress your what?!" he asked in astonishment.

Long didn't say anything, slowly letting go of Rosen's arm.

Rosen cussed a little, "What a..." he cussed again, "What a horrible..." he shook his head briefly before suddenly leaning down and kissing Long, even if that wasn't what a friend would do.

Long was surprised, but he didn't try to push Rosen away. Instead, he started to shyly kiss Rosen back after he got over the shock. Then he lifted one of his hands and rested it on the top of Rosen's chest.

It wasn't too long before Rosen suddenly pulled away, "You have feelings, they're what make you human, and no one can ever take them away from you... got it?!" he demanded, very adamant about this."

Long gave a short nod before reaching up and pulling Rosen down again.

Rosen let himself be pulled back down but wasn't forceful this time, letting Long do most of the exploring.

Like he had mentioned, he seemed to know what he was doing. Yet, everything was very innocent at the same time.

Rosen let it go on for awhile longer before pulling away again, "I think... it's getting a little hot in here," he noted, "You're still sick you know..." he noted.

"... I'm fine," Long reassured Rosen, already looking hot. It didn't look like he wanted to stop as he gently reached up for Rosen again. Even though he was an assassin, everything he did was gentle. Except for giving massages.

Rosen started to look terribly confused, "We're... friends, right?" he murmured, "Do friends... do this?"

Long paused before shaking his head. But that didn't seem to stop him.

Rosen slowly frowned, "So... you don't want to be friends?" he clarified.

Long didn't look like he wanted to discuss this now. "We can still be friends if it's just one time, right?" he asked, not sure if he knew the answer.

Rosen was silent for a long moment as he slowly sat all the way up, "No..." he whispered, "We can't."

Long looked torn as he struggled to get a grip on what he desired more. It was quite the fight; far more strenuous than it should have been.

Rosen took one look at Long's face and then started cussing, "Look, it's not your fault!" he spat, "Everyone falls for me, I was designed to have everyone be in love with me. It just happens. I thought I could put it off with you by just being your friend but it doesn't seemed to have worked..." he looked rather lonely, "I'm sorry, but if I let you have what you think you want... it would be the same as abusing you," he stated before quickly getting off the bed.

"Then what difference does it make?" a distraught Long asked with a small chuckle. "Except that maybe this time I'd remember..." He also looked rather lonely.

Rosen glared at Long, "I don't like abusing people," he said in a cold voice, "I may be a seducer but I do my best not to be abusive!" He swore a little at Long before storming towards the door but he whirled around before he could reach it, "And I thought you of all people wouldn't try to use me! You don't love me, you're lusting after me like everyone else!" and he turned back for the door.

Long didn't say anything, face falling at Rosen's words. "... I'm sorry," he said quietly as Rosen closed the door.

Rosen didn't shut it, he slammed it. Then stormed off down the hall.

After a long while, Long managed to settle back down. He put the IV back in before staring at the ceiling since sleep wouldn't come.

Surprisingly, Rosen went to find Missy.

Missy was in her room, doing something on her computer.

Rosen went over and sat beside her, anger fading into sad pouting. "You don't like me, right?" he asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Missy asked, half not understanding and half just not paying attention.

"You don't... want me, right?" he asked again.

"Bleh," Missy replied once she realized what he was talking about. "I'm rather repulsed, actually."

Rosen nodded a little, "Why?" he asked quietly.

"You slept with Nic," Missy replied simply, voice sounding disgusted.