Aimee sighed heavily at Reon's hold, trying to pull free, pushing away from Reon but seeming to tremble and her hands lack the strength as she let out a heavy sigh again and frowned at Reon. "You aren't fair. I want to walk out on this but you won't let me." Her tone was sad but she nod her head. "I love you too, Reon. I just don't feel I have a place here." She was still reluctant to return the affections, her mood seeming to have taken a dive after the arrival of the new companion to their table, but given the events in the past few days she had already been feeling a bit stressed out at all that had come to pass.<br/><br/>"I'll give it a try a little while I guess, but I am not going to use you for my photography class." Her tone was serious now. "Last thing I want is to have folks follow me around and trying to get your number or contact information too, or being too nosy about things. You are rapidly becoming famous, and doors open to you. It will also bring its share of trouble." Her tone trembled a bit but she pressed her hands against Reon's stomach and pushed away to pull herself free.<br/><br/>"I still dont like sitting there with that woman eyeing you over so."