He looked at her, his eyes narrowed. "I can't remember any of it. What else is fake? What else have you been lying to me about?"
He looked visibly distressed, shaking his head in disgust. "Do I even love you? You clearly have no problem messing with my mind on *squee!* like this."
"What?" he snapped in return, looking furious. "What? Is it so unreasonable for me to think that you've just been messing with me?"
He pointed an accusatory finger at her, his eyes burning. "You *squee!*ed with my head. I trusted you. I trusted you!"
He glared at her intensely, before shaking his head, grabbing his coat. "Get out of here," he said, his voice sharp. "Screw you, siren." The word, once used affectionately, sounded unfamiliar in his mouth, and he threw it at her like an insult.
He glared at her back before something in his expression broke and his face fell as he sat down on the edge of the bed heavily, burying his face in his hands.
