Leave it to Ben to take something that was potentially a heavy subject and turn it into something ridiculous. Armitage rolled his eyes at the message. Hadn't he just scolded his boyfriend about not taking things seriously? Then again, there was no way that Ben could possibly know what was in his possession right now. And even if he did, Ben still might find a way to nonchalantly shrug off the weightiness of the matter. So Armitage would respond with a simple, Ben Solo, you're a menace.
While he waited, he didn't move. He just looked down at the mask in his hands, slightly nervous over his boyfriend's potential reception. Armitage himself had some pretty mixed feelings over the helmet. He still remembered the way Ben's voice sounded when he spoke through it, and that was enough to give him chills.
But not every memory surrounding the mask was bad. Just like his days within the First Order, not every hour consisted of Force-strangling and arguments. There had been good days, too. And right now, Armitage was wondering which way Ben would view this offering from the hotel.
Upon hearing the doorknob turn, he lifted his head to see -- What the hell? What was he looking at right now? He frowned and leaned forward, even more internally conflicted than he had been a few moments prior. "Ben... is that my hat?"