"… Oh I was.. Just.. Y’know. Around. — How about that kiss?"
"I don’t want it."
A deep sigh passes the princes lips, arms then releasing the young Earl before his hands plant on his hips. “Right, right. Always busy. Can’t you just take a little time for yourself once in awhile? You’ll work yourself to death or something.”
An eye roll follows suit the other’s remark, and Ciel crosses his arms, brow raised in petulant disbelief. “For myself? Do you not mean for your sake? I’m perfectly content with my occupation.”
I know that you miss me too, Ciel!
"Shut up. That’s preposterous."
"Yooooou … Why’ve you been ignoring me, huh?"
After a lazy attempt to escape the other’s inescapable grasp, the earl huffs, exposed eye diverted sheepishly at the far wall as he lies, “—I’ve been busy.”
"—Tch.” The other’s affectionate greeting is met with a harsh glare; the little earl, despite his subdued longing for the prince, shoves away at him, bitter. “Nonsense.”
"I already told you that I don’t want to be there without you. The only reason I was there in the first place was to help you!"
"Is that so?"
"You seemed to be enjoying yourself there."
"…" He wants to throw his tea cup at the idiot prince.