Had he imagined that? Was he hallucinating? Was the hotel just trying to scare them? Armitage had only caught a glimpse, but it looked so real. That twisted face, that golden robe. Those wrinkled old hands. Was Snoke.. here? Was he the one who had thrown them into the closet?
Armitage couldn't see Ben's face, but he could detect that his boyfriend was afraid, too. Which meant that Ben had also seen the deceased Supreme Leader. Shit. They couldn't stay in that closet forever. Eventually, they'd have to leave. What was going to happen to them when they did?
He leaned close, resting his forehead against Ben's collar. "Snoke. It was Snoke," he whispered, his grip tightening upon Ben's shirt. Armitage's stomach churned, as if saying it out loud somehow made it worse. Thus far, 'Snoke' had not made an attempt to get inside, nor had he spoken to them. Was he just waiting out there, ready to strike when they opened the door again?
Suddenly, Armitage didn't care that they were jammed in a cluttered closet. All the same, he was well aware that hiding from someone like Snoke could never be beneficial for long. "Ben.. what should we do?"