Heartache and betrayal still gnawed at his chest, the truth behind Locus and Felix's involvement still being a fresh wound. He wasn't the only one to feel the sting, he knows, as his new co-general was also feeling the same turmoil he was.

Perhaps that was how they ended up here, armor discarded in some corner of the room. The clutter makes his skin itch, but he pushes it down in favor of staring down into the most vibrant blue eyes he's ever seen. There's perhaps only a few inches between them, but it's still enough that his head has to tilt down to stare at her.

Her gaze is intense, and a hand comes up to the wall behind her to properly brace himself as his knees nearly give out. He hopes she doesn't get the wrong impression. "Miss Kimball-"

A sharp tug to his dark blond locks gets him to hiss, allowing the hand buried there to jerk him around as she pleased. "Stop talking." She hisses through her teeth before they're biting down, sinking into his collarbone.