Well now Armaan felt like shit. "Oh, hey-" he said, looking guilty. "I'm sorry. You're right. If you're happy, I'm happy. Really, Avery, that's all I want for you." He ran his fingers through his hair and tried to offer Avery a guilty smile. "Have you celebrated? Not...with each other, please gods don't tell me, I saw enough. I mean with other people? We could do something? Have a party?"