Wolframite was restless. A common affliction when he was trying to sleep for the better part of a hour staring up at his ceiling. The terrible thing about the Negaverse was that there was no sun. There was no indication of midnight and Dawn. No sudden swell of songbirds chittering to the rising sun or the moving winds to the cool slumber of night. His schedule was only maintained through a clock that said what time it was in Destiny City and his own dictation on when to be up or not.

Sighing, he curled and bundled up the fur mink jacket he used as a blanket into his face and breathed in.

The day out had been nice and it had been a long time since he got to enjoy the company of someone else just doing harmless errands. It wasn't him walking alone shopping for just what he needed and killing time before his glamour was done. It was enjoying those things. And it wasn't just going out at night to see if he could hit someone up at the bar. Nothing so rushed and desperate.

Bit as he rewound and played back the events of the day over and over, he was becoming more concerned with the moment under the trees.

He wasn't dumb. Even with limited memories, he still remembered a lot with his still sweeter moments with Hawa and the even sweeter ones with Bismuthite, so having someone show you how crazy their heart was going and yet show no signs of actually being terrified out if their mind usually leant itself to one possibility.

Maybe Marissa liked him.

This in itself was an issue. He greatly enjoyed his time this far with the half-youma and was glad to have someone else around who just GOT what it was like. He hadn't had that since Faustite but the absence of his general who was working too hard left him feeling otherwise a little neglected as a result. He knew it was silly to act so childish to not have more of the General's attention but be had wanted to become stronger in his eyes.

But Marissa had even kind, caring, and just fun to be around. While she filled her situation, she wasn't venomous in her hatred of the Negaverse like Mali was and didn't push him to pick sides on his friend or his loyalties. This far, Marissa didn't seem to care he wanted to be a General King and dedicate himself to the Negaverse. In fact, she seemed to want to get stronger too.

But he also worried that if things grew in certain ways and took root, he could wind up hurting her feelings. Mali had grown attached and had to take weeks and even then only spoke to him because they crossed paths. And in that time? The man and just found someone else who was coming over at night now.

What was even a good option. Being cold would make her upset a d he could wind up loosing her while being as playful as he had been might spiral things into a direction he wasn't equipped to handle.

He was awful with being with anyone and was currently trashing himself to officers because it didn't involved any way for him to hurt anyone. He left his husband! A person who has only been self-sacrificing, loyal, faithful, hard working and patient with him for over a year to provide for both if them. And he was nothing but selfish, awful, draining, and a maniac. He shouldn't be allowed to have other chances at anyone cause as far as he could tell, he was still the same garbage person in the end.

It was part of the reason he couldn't commit to Mali's offer but that came hand in hand with putting the Negaverse in second place too. He hadn't out anything about the Negaverse until he wanted revenge and that monster ate everything he cared about. He wasn't going to put anything above it again.

Breathing into the fir, he grumbled as he thought of the vibration if a heartbeat through his hand and looked over the fur to stare at his open palm.

"I'll just be careful I guess." It was the only thing he really could do.