[He instinctively tenses at the sound of the snap - almost a Pavlov reaction at this point, huh - before easing up and getting irritated at himself for his own unconscious reaction. Another groan of a sigh comes as a response. His nose itches as it brushes against a flower - this feels surreal in the worst of ways. Alive yet not alive. Laying next to a man who murdered him, and yet now debating whether or not he's lying about being in love with him.]

[He almost feels a headache coming on.]

Doing it for my sake, first off. What would I have gotten out of this? You thought I would be just as idiotically glad about it as you?