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(Lui POV)
God dammit! Where the hell is it? I have it in the mall today, right? Maybe here? No. So here?

I was desperately looking for my phone, still without any luck. I tried to look everywhere. Kitchen, living room, bed room. Nothing. I growled in frustration and sat down on the sofa, hiding my face into my hands.

Where could I lost it? Maybe when I was paying at the mall? Today is the worst day ever! Fucking hell.

My thoughts were interrupted when I heard slamming on my door.

"Lui! Lui, are you there! Answer me please!" Nogla shouted.

I frowned on confusion, and then went to open the door. He hugged me once he saw me so quickly that it squished my last breath inside me.

"Fuckin' hell! Never do dis again, ya hear me?" He whispered.

I slowly pushed him off of me with one eyebrow raised.

"What are you doing here? And how did you find out where I live? And what are you talking about?"

"What? Ya texted me, so I drove to Greg to get yer address. I thought somebody kidnaped ya, or somebody is killin' ya."

"What?" I asked again louder, trying to understand single thing.

He pulled out his phone, running with his fingers on the display, then showing me the text message. It was from me.

"Help me?" I said frowned.

"Yeah."

Somebody has my phone then. Maybe they found it, and now they're doing pranks on all contacts I have. Bitches!

"I'm glad ya ok. Just don't do this again, ok?" He asked, slowly smiling, scratching back of his head.

"While you're here, you want something to drink? I'm sorry for the mess though. I really didn't expect company," I said, awkwardly looking around, seeing the mess, mostly documents about Delirious.

"Why did you send me that message?" He asked instead, and right after that I shook my head.

"I didn't. I lost my phone today," I replied firmly.

"You didn't... wha-" He interrupted himself, as his eyes stopped at my wall full of papers with Delirious.

"Fuck!" And with this word he turned himself and ran away, leaving me be alone with confusion by my side.

What's going on here?

"Nogla, wait!" I shouted, running after him.

"It's nothing, false alarm!" He shouted at me.

I just watched his car driving to the distance. I had enough. Last few days he was locking himself inside his bubble, and I wanted him to talk to me. I knew he had more secrets then I would like, and if I had to work with him as a partner, I needed to trust him.

I got into my car and drove to his place. I didn't have to even knock because his door was widely open.

"Shite! Tuilli! Such a bitseach!" I heard my partner's furious voice, and I guessed he was swearing in his mother language.

"Nogla? What's going on?" I shouted to let him know about my presence, while walking inside.

Right after that I was attacked by two dogs who was just happily jumping around me. I petted them, and headed to find my partner. He was marching from one corner to another, desperation, anger and guilt could have been read from his eyes.

"What's going on?" I asked again slowly.

He didn't even pay me any attention, as he was still going. 

"Nogla... talk to me, please," I tried one more time.

"What do ya wanna know? That I'm fucking piece of shite? I fucking knew that he was going after him, that he was smart, that he used ya to get me away from him. I'm dickbrain!"

I didn't get anything from it. I was so confused over what was going on, and I needed some clear answers. I needed my calm and patient partner back.

"Can you please tell me what are you talking about?" I asked firmly.

He sat down on the sofa, rubbing his face, running his hand through his hair in frustration.

"Ya remember that day I told ya about my bullied friend?" He asked me silently.

"Yes," I replied.

"Well I had him here for the safety. To keep him away from that bully."

Oh. That was the guy who I heard talking. He's just a friend or more? And why should I even care? We're just partners.

"But the bully now got yer phone, texted me to get me outta house, and got my friend."

What? So I didn't lost it? Somebody stole it?

"It's ok. I can help you find him again. Don't worry about it," I said, trying to get him confident.

He looked at me furiously. I didn't experienced this site of him. He was always calm, always soothing my personality. But now I had a feeling we switched sites.

"Don't worry? I don't fuckin' care about that friend! I need that bully to do his shitty job I set him upon. I wanted to use my friend to make him do the task!" He shouted at me.

"What?"

As I thought I was starting to understand he got me confused again.

"Nothin'! Forget about it."

He's angry because that bully kidnaped his friend, but he doesn't care about his friend? And what job he set that bully upon? What's going on here?

"Is there anything I could do for you?" I asked.

"Why do ya care so much all of a sudden? Aren't ya suppose to be at home findin' Delirious?" He barked at me, and his words hurt me a bit.

"I've always cared about you, Nogla. You're my partner, and I know these past few days you have been keeping some secrets from me, refusing to let me into your life. But if we want to work together I need to be sure I can trust you. I know it's your life, your personal space and shit like that, but we're in this together," I said with soothing tone of my voice.

"Partners? That's all I am to ya? Fucking partner? Just leave me alone, please. I'll see ya tomorrow at work."

From the tone of his voice I felt the distance we had again. The walls which were always between us, separating our personal life and our job life. We had never mixed personal life into our conversation. I was consumed by Delirious all the time, and he was doing his own things. And I knew we were back to this stage.

"Just leave!" He yelled at me when I was still standing there.

As much as I wanted to help him I knew he needed his time. So I walked away more confused then before.