Narim watched him leave and he did feel a pang of guilt, only because in his own twisted way he did love his husband. He stood in his office, trying to clear his head, trying to focus on his work, but he couldn't. Part of him hated the thought of Aria being angry with him, granted he knew in the back of his mind it would happen in the future again and it was just some twisted circle that neither of them broke.

He left his office and went to their bathroom, trying the door, but realizing it was locked. He lightly knocked on the door. "Love, please open the door," he spoke softly as if all he did was raise his voice at Aria moments ago.