Through his harsh breathing as he continued to wrestle with his emotions, Flonne's voice still managed to reach him, causing him to jerk his hands from his head. Blinking for a moment, he quickly tried to pull himself together. Had she heard him? Hell... he wasn't sure if her hearing him would be a good or bad thing. He didn't want anyone to see him like this. It was bad enough all those people had seen him crack on the journal post. And yet... a small part of him desperately wanted some kind of reassurance which was something that Flonne would very likely give. It tempted him.

Raising his head, his two antennae locks became visible first, before he rose to his knees peeking over the bed. He turned only enough to only just reveal one of his eyes through his blueberry locks. Facing her she'd likely read in his expression that something was wrong. Unless she already knew. Then... then he wasn't sure what he'd do.

"Flonne? What is it?" Laharl managed to ask softly, somehow keeping his voice normal.

Wait... had she just called him simply Laharl again? She'd been doing that, but... only when they were alone. He wasn't quite sure of what the ssignificance of it was.