Panel 1: Rose and Iz stand facing each other on a suburban sidewalk.
Iz: I just don't want to talk to you right now.
Rose: I see.
Panel 2:
Rose: So you're so upset that I'm going to hate you someday that you've decided to ghost me now?
Panel 3: Rose glares at Iz as he raises an index finger but can apparently think of nothing to say.
Panel 4:
Iz: ...It made more sense in my head.
Rose: No, it didn't.
Alt-Text: Now, THAT'S some enthusiastic pessimism right there.
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