He stopped, sputtering a sarcastic laugh under his breath. Armas turned his head barely back to see her from the corner of his eye, but that smile had not stuck. He looked cold and distant, almost unlike himself. "You say that now,  but you're probably just floundering over the fact that I was teasing you. Women like to be coddled, I of all people should know." His mouth turned down in a frown, disapproval written clear on his face as his eyes peaked at her from beneath the cob of messy hair over his face. "Would you still say that even after you're mind is clear from that-" he motioned, pointing at her head as he turned his hand back to lightly rap on his own head. "Hmm?"<br/><br/>He sighed dramatically, looking away, his voice growing so low he just sounded like he was done. He didn't want to play at this anymore, "Pull away? Do I seem distant, Anna?" Her lips stung his lips like warm air on frigid lips and he drew his lover lip into his mouth, holding his breath. "Stop playing around, go lie down. You don't feel well." He muttered, his hands dropping limply to his sides as he walked around the corner completely disappearing.<br/><br/>Nothing could have ever prepared him for this moment, when the day he would find someone jostle him awake from his sleepy nightmare. Armas felt his body being pulled into a tide, far from the reach of the small puddles of ocean water cast off in a cove somewhere. His heart tightened, like the twisting of a button before the strings would break and cause it to fall off and it hurt more so than any starving fit he'd ever had. "Kill me," he muttered, "I'd rather she just kill me." Or at least, that's how he felt now, remembering the thing that started this whole charade.