Do you and Armand really hate each other or is it some weird foreplay?
We can not really hate each other and very much hate each other and it doesn't have to be about desire.
Armand is...mon frère. You know how, on sitcoms, siblings say you can't insult my brother, only I can do that? It's that sort of relationship. I get to call him an imp and a monster, but if you do it, I'll eat you alive.
He hated me when he met me, and to some extent he had good reason to, but he has also been the one who has come when I've called more times than I can name. He's also pushed me off a roof at least once, so there's that.
We despise each other. We love each other until the end of time. I would cross oceans for him, but I won't pass him the remote. Does this make sense?
