Armaan wanted to hiss back something like of course he would lock the door, gotta keep the immortal safe, but it just felt like kicking Freddie when he was down. He was thinking it though. Oh, he was thinking it hard.
“You know, the thing that’s fucking me up is I love you too. The you I knew. And that really sucks. Hope you catch up on sleep. Don’t call me, okay. I don’t want to hear from you. Just…don’t contact me at all. Just leave me alone.” Armaan backed out of the room and turned on his heel, leaving the apartment. Which yes, he locked on his way out.