[If Sesa gets a little pudgy it's just more Sesa for Elliot to hold onto. He's already salivating over Sesa's biceps and tiddies every damn day. Muscles and body fat all at once would make Elliot Worse™.

For now, he sets the bouquet aside, if only because he doesn't want to get crumbs in the petals. Hard to eat with flowers on your lap, too. Equally as hard to balance wine glasses in the sand but hey, he manages to get it after a second by making a divot in the picnic blanket and pushing the glass down in there. If he's not watching it, he feels like it'll spill.]

In my ideal fantasy, of course, I considered the possibility. I had wanted to for quite some time, as you well know. I do not know if the circumstances would have allowed it, of course. Heavyrain seems rather intent on keeping me away, rightfully so, though my will toward you is not one of ill.

[He's just

you know, he wants Sesa to kill a man, no big.]

Were we ever put into a life-or-death situation on Terra akin to the castle last winter, though... yes, I believe I would have kissed you there, too.