[Poggio]

He saw the room they once called their love nest differently. The other lay on the bed with the same tubes that graced his arms many times, weak and unable to move. He had spent the hours that Ambrosia was asleep, collecting himself but his mask still held cracks in it. After watching the other turn his lofty gaze towards him he took a deep breath and spoke. “You are sick of me, I will see you in a month when we are both better. You will get only what you want." He staggered backwards as the man in the bed, glared. It was not what he was expecting neither was the raised fist. “Obviously I have up set you more... I will see you later.” He turned and fled the room and nearly made it out of the apartment but Freulmn stopped him from leaving. He let himself be drugged and lay on the couch rather then going back into the room.