He wasn't sure if he'd meant to say it or not. He wasn't himself, but he felt guilty for having said it. He'd never pulled that on Psyche before, he'd never been more than happy to help her because he loved her that much.

Right now...he wasn't in love. He wasn't as cheerful or happy. It had to sting for her as much as he hated seeing it happen. He stood with a nod, kissing her on the cheek even though he was pulling a front and went to their room to lay down. He wasn't sure he could even sleep.