Well, watching her had gotten…interesting. She seemed to be reacting to something imaginary, and he found himself keeping a good distance from her at the moment. He wanted to comfort her. Really, he did, but he wasn't sure his influence was the best thing for her right now. Maybe she wasn't the best thing for him, but then again, who was?
"Why am I so nice to you?" he asked, eyeing her strangely. Okay, that had struck a nerve. Aimon didn't enjoy explaining himself, much less having his once-a-millennium good intentions questioned so bluntly.
"Maybe because it's nice to know that I'm not the only one who feels like they're going to flip out and kill someone." his tone had dropped a little, and he curled in on himself a bit. Maybe he'd been too forward, too quick to get a little attached to her. She made him happy, and made him forget just how angry he really was, but he knew it wasn't going to last. It couldn't. Not with the two of them being as unstable as they were.
"It's fine. Fuck it. Whatever. I really don't care anymore." his face was in his hands, and he sighed, but it wasn't really directed at Dorcas. It was inward. He was scolding himself. Bad Aimon. Bad. It wasn't nice to lead girls on like that. Maybe he was fucking this up.