Strangely enough, Artemis seemed to find comfort in the weirdest people. Perhaps because he was so strange himself. He was uncomfortable in normal modes of comfort. As long as he could keep bantering with his comforter, it felt less like he was a crying child begging for someone to hold him.

"Like what?" Artemis asked, wrinkling his nose slightly. "Because after standing this close to you, I don't think I'm ever going to take up smoking."