[Poggio]

He made the mistake of brushing the mans hair aside and trying to go for another kiss. The almost smile that wanted to illuminate his face crashed. He shell could not resume its stoic composure like the other. The over bearing collective of emotions that were his and Ambrosia's made his head spin. He shakily staggered backward, barely able to hold on to the contents of his stomach. His appetite had been ripped from his bones. He did not trust himself to speak. Silently he followed behind Ambrosia.