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[b]Los Paraisos: Pellagio Hotel - Moira and Syed's room[/b]
He expected anger. He expected to be hit, maybe once, maybe many times. But what he didn't expect was... this.

Sure, there was anger in her eyes. Of course there was. But it was secondary to fear. She looked scared out of her mind, wide eyed, shaking and tense, like a feral cat trapped in a cage. Staring at him with her mascara stained face like he was a monster.

He didn't really have time to react, although he wouldn't have really known what to do if he did. All he could really do was stare wide-eyed back, becoming somewhat frightened by her reaction. He wasn't expecting this. He wasn't expecting this at all. Last time he saw her this upset was back at Vandrell...

Once she had finally stopped scrambling, having armed herself with her whip, he very slowly raised his hands above his head. "I can't," he said slowly in response to her repeated demand, but in all honesty it was pretty much a summary of everything right now. Carefully, he stepped off the bed while facing her all the while, backing off as far as he could away from her before his bond to Moira stopped him. "This is as far as I can go Amy, you know that."

His hands were shaking too, a couple of sparks arcing from his fingertips as his mind whirled on. She looked terrified... terrified of [i]him[/i]. He couldn't bear it. [i]Please don't look like that, please![/i] He didn't understand why, what did he do? He couldn't remember a thing, not one damn thing. What the hell could he have done to suddenly get a reaction as extreme as this?! "What happened...?" he muttered, his eyes darting around for something. Anything! "What happened? I don't... I don't understand..."

Suddenly he spotted the piece of paper pinned to the wall. He took a couple of steps towards it - keeping his hands above his head the entire time in an attempt to try and not alarm an already jumpy Amy - before he suddenly froze. He could read it from here just about, and it made his blood run cold.

[i]This is to certify that Amaranth and Syed Dyjani were united in marriage...[/i]

If this were any other circumstance, he would be interested to discover what was presumably her real name. But now...

Marriage. As much as the rings were a dead giveaway, it was only reading the certificate in cold dry ink which hammered the point home. But right now, he wasn't particularly concerned by that. Instead his mind finally leapt to the implications. After getting married didn't people... did she think they... you know?

The trembling spread from his hands, travelling down his entire body. He almost looked like he was shivering, but it was far too warm for that.

Did they? He didn't remember sure, but he wouldn't. He just wouldn't. There was a lot of random games scattered across the floor, so maybe they just did those?

He looked down. He was wearing his boxers sure, but that was it. What... what if they did? Amy was covering herself completely, so...

He suddenly felt disgusting. Filthy and disgusting and [i]wrong[/i] and like he was going to throw up. The thought... it horrified him. Suddenly, her reaction seemed a lot less extreme. Maybe he was a monster. He certainly felt like one now.

He choked down a sob of his own, great electrical arcs beginning to form around his body. Spinning and flashing and whipping at his hair and causing a light show of his own to rival her blindingly bright whip. Small pieces of metal scattered across the room - such as jewellry, equipment, even his pendant which he as always wore around his neck - began to rattle and shake. No, no, he'd never... right? He never wanted to. He could never really relate to the comments his friends would make in college. His one past girlfriend split up with him over it. It was just how he always was, so why would he do something like this now? Even if he were drunk, it wouldn't change his [i]sexuality[/i]... right?

He brought his arms around himself tightly and hunched himself down a little, his vision blurring with tears. "N... nothing happened, right?" he asked desperately, his voice cracking. "Please... please say I'm just being paranoid again... please..."

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"Urgh... pack it in..." Moira groaned sleepily, rolling over to her front and burrowing her face into the pillow. What the fuck was with all these pissing lights?!