"You are…" Federline whispers at Lemuel sadly, and Lemuel holds his breath once he realizes that he has yelled.
Lemuel sighs and crumbles his robes, "Fine... I am. So what?!? What are you going to do about it?"
"But what is it to be angry about?"
Lemuel narrows his eyes like he is trying to hold in his tears, and Federline tries to stop himself from launching his entire frustration to Lemuel. He searches caramels in his pocket and feeds Lemuel one.
"Don't stay angry at me, okay?" Federline backs away like a neglected puppy. Since a direct attack does not work, then he will have to be more patient.
Lemuel, confused, nods. Federline smiles while putting a hand on his nape and looks down at his wiggling toes.
"The bath room should be empty now..." Federline shyly informs.
