These days, whenever Armitage wished he could change something about the past, it always had something to do with love rather than wishing he could have taken over as Supreme Leader. He regretted not leaving with Finn and Poe after he helped to free them, he regretted how Phasma had died. But most of all, he regretted that Snoke had been able to create a rivalry between himself and Ben. Because if he hadn't, Phasma never would have died and Finn and Poe never would have been captured in the first place.
So much could have been prevented if they had only worked together instead of giving each other death threats. They would have eventually realized that they cared for one another and then, well. Who knew what could have happened.
None of it mattered. All of this had taken place before their arrival at the Crown Plaza. Nothing could be done about it now. But Armitage's changed opinion of the past certainly altered how he saw these items the hotel had given them. He smiled as Ben messed with his hat, pushing it back so that he could see again.
"I hated your mask too, you know. I thought it was absurd that Snoke let you wear it. But then, one day, you got in my face and I had the strongest urge to lick it." Armitage reached out, his index finger trailing down the center of Ben's face; starting at his forehead, drifting down over his nose, his lips, as if demonstrating what he wanted to do. "I wanted to run my tongue all down the front of your mask, just to see what you would do. And, looking back, I absolutely should have.."