Who Needs a Dream? Who Needs Ambition?

"You two were all but planning on running off together! And it turned out that I was right, too. She just ran into your arms after the second game, didn't she?" Freddie was disgusted. Partially at Sergievsky, but a tiny bit that he was never going to admit to at himself. They'd flirted, sure, but he'd thought that so much more had happened. He'd thought...he'd thought that she was deserting him. That she was switching sides and the deal was all but done.

"And you didn't even pause to consider that you might...fuck it." He scowled and turned back to the screen.