Even with the adrenaline wearing off and the sense of danger gone, the image of Brendol was still burned into his mind. That was a face he never, ever wanted to see again. Armitage leaned heavily into his boyfriend's warm embrace, taking a second to recover. Those awful ghosts. What could they possibly gain from terrorizing them like this? At least if the ghosts tried to rattle him again, Armitage would be prepared for it. Maybe next time, he could punch his father square in the face.
"I'm.. less okay. I don't want to be alone. Let me stay with you."
Armitage had gotten much better about cuddling over the past few months. He wasn't always in the mood for it and still had nights where he preferred to be alone. But this certainly wasn't going to be one of those nights, especially since the power was still out and he couldn't easily distract himself. He needed company. He didn't want to think about his father a minute longer than he had to. Armitage tilted his head, those green eyes meeting with Ben's hazel. "Take me back to your room?"