"So, why don't we try this again?" Dale slips his hands into the front pocket of his slacks, nervousness tinting his words.
"Huh? Try what?" Dream asks, bemused.
"Mind if I buy you apology food?" He asks cutely.
Dream's mouth drops open, stunned. Was the Alpha dumb? Apology food was what got him into this mess in the first place.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" He bites out, standing up. "No, thank you, Alpha." He replies dryly, walking out.
"How about a date then?" Dale calls after him.
Dream whips around at this, mouth open in a wide 'O'.
"That's even worse." He says blankly. "Bye, Dale." He says dismissively, leaving the anteroom.
Dale slumps on a couch briefly, he had been expecting that but they had a truce so he wasn't giving up, unsurprisingly, he's not in the least bit heartbroken.
