Armaan coughed again and then he finally seemed to regain control of his lungs. Sure, age was just a number, but it did mean things. The man was almost fifty. And she was a teenager.
"Arya-" He couldn't condemn this and risk her safety. Instead he took the glass back, but set it aside, and then he leaned in to take her face into his hands. "All I care about is your happiness. If you're happy with Ethan, I'm happy. The second you aren't, if that ever happens, you call me."