Armaan already felt like all the air had been pushed out of the room, and he stopped pacing so he could stare at Freddie, mortified. Armaan felt betrayed and insulted and so fucking heart broken. “You’re fundamentally upending my impression of you,” Armaan hissed.
He hated feeling angry. Armaan didn’t have much of a temper and he didn’t get angry often. Hell, he wouldn’t be able to live with Avery if he did. And he hated the feeling of it so much when it did happen - like it was infecting him, turning his skin hot with fever. “You really had so little faith in me,” Armaan said, fire behind his words now. “Meanwhile here I thought I found my forever. What a fucking idiot. I- I watched over you while you were dead, Freddie! I cleaned your blood from the floor. I bathed you so you didn’t have to wake up covered in blood. And you thought I would grow out of you. I’m- I’m so insulted. You think I quit on people? I became a parent-like figure at seventeen. I was a fucking child!”