Yep. So I wrote:

"Hey, Match, can I talk to you?" Book asked, "Ok," Match answered. They went into a room and Book made sure no one could hear them. "I'm leaving this stupid Alliance and so should you," Book said, "WHAT!? NO!" Match argued, "This Alliance is unhealthy for us! And maybe..." Book trailed off, "Maybe what?" Match asked, "Maybe we could stick together... you know... be more than an alliance," Book blushed and looked away. Match blushed too. 

Then AI continued with (note: the AI made Book's pronouns he/him for some reason):

"Maybe," they both said. "Sounds like a plan," Book smiled, "Yes, but that won't happen," Match mumbled, "So what is your plan then?" Book continued. "I don't know," Book mumbled, "Maybe try to stick with your team? Talk to them?" Match thought about it. "Yeah, that sounds good." They stood up and talked a little more and then went to their separate rooms. That was their last conversation for a while. About a week passed. They hadn't spoken. They hadn't had a single interaction. It was pathetic, but so was Book. Around the same time that Match's team had started falling apart. They didn't talk, read, play games, or even eat meals together. Book was certain that if this continued, then their friendship would die. He had to do something. He had to make sure that didn't happen. This was not the sort of person he was. But he had to do something. It would tear him apart if he didn't. That night, Book was at his own barracks, staying away from all of his allies and all of his teammates. He had been waiting on his computer all day, talking to other members of his team. 

And then I stopped there because I'm a lazy prick