Unhappy with the fact that Aramis could pin her like that, Athos squirmed more, shaking her head, "Not in my time, Aramis. Not in my time," She said just as firmly, "We both made a mistake with handling this sort of change, Aramis," She sighed heavily when Aramis moved away, staying where she was, laying back on the bed, staring at the ceiling and feeling far too emotional for how drunk she was-but then, she was a woman, and she rolled her head to the side, away from Aramis as her eyes stung, "I don't think I can be happy, Aramis," She muttered, head raising to thump back against the pillow in a huff of defeat, hair falling about her face.