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Ramiro hesitated for a moment before following, trying desperately to get rid of the lump in his throat. Geez, to think some days he felt old, this certainly wasn't one of them. The feeling was turning out to be a bad thing, stumbling over his words so much. Wait, was he just nervous? No, maybe he was also a bit scared. Of the coaster, of being with her. Shoot, he was even afraid of being alive, everything. "Is-" he started, cutting himself off to simply take a seat beside her and try not to say anything stupid.

Scream? Why would he... Scream? As they neared the top that familiar feeling from back in Hell crept up on him, that feeling of imminent death. As they went over he didn't scream, instead subconciously digging him nails into the palm of his hand, not caring as it started to bleed, dripping down off the safety bar onto the leg of his pants, a few stray drops following the other path, helped by the sudden descent, along his arm.

Ramiro simply sat silent, didn't say a word as the people started to get off. Even once his feet were firmly on the ground again (Though he stumbled a bit), he still just stared off into space, seeming to have not noticed the blood dripping off his hand. A new feeling compounding the old. His heart was ringing in his ears, but with a green tinge fading across his vision. He felt like.. Well like he'd been thrown around, which he had. Why did his throat sting so much? In retrospect, it was a dumb idea for him to try it, now his body was simply telling him how much of an idiot he was. "Ieh. Ueh." He dropped onto a nearby bench, hanging his head as he tried to think straight and put back on his cold facade.

"Fah. Eh." He fumbled, trying to tell her he was alright. Maybe a little dazed, but alright overall. What kind of person would find that fun? Well, that was being mean, she seemed to like it, maybe he should pretend he did to. Oh boy, what if she wanted to ride another? That would be horrible, puking on her, even worse than hating something she liked. He sighed as he brushed his hair out of his face, trying to think of what to say when she came back.

He absently reached out, feeling for a bump, "You ok? That looked like it hurt. I'm fine, really, it was.. Fun." Ok, he was lying, but it wasn't a complete lie, well most of it. Some of it. Alright, it probably was, but he was being polite. Forcing a smile, he reached down and tried to help her up onto the bench, after all, it was his fault she'd whacked her head. Oh. Great. Now she had his blood in her hair, he was such an idiot!

Ramiro nodded, still kind of staring at his feet, his momentary composure shattered when he realized what he'd done. "I ah. My hand was bleeding. I think I got some in your hair. I'm sorry, I'm such an idiot." Could this get any worse? What dumb thing would he do next? Light himself on fire? Crash into a wall? Hell, maybe he'd even jab out his other eye. Anything was possible when you were so stupid. Biting his lip, he continued on his internal tyrade, sure she would get mad, hit him, and leave him sitting there alone.

He shook his heaed, "It's fine, really. Just a little unsettling." Ok, he really was being dramatic, he felt better now anyway, he should just suck it up and try something else. Tilting his head up, he looked around for something that seemed less.. Insane. Now, he'd never seen a fair, or any of the rides, so there was an almost funny innocence as he pointed toward the Tunnel of Love, "How about that?"