I wouldn't have asked him to marry me if I didn't intend to do that. I'm no saint, and if I'm honest with you, I've fucked it up more times than I can count. He sticks around for some reason. Dunno. I wouldn't be half as soft as I've become without him, though.

[He's taking this cigarette now, bye. It's his.]

Look, you've pulled three boyfriends. Three of the softest fucking guys I've ever seen. I don't think you can say that about yourself. And look...

[He... sighs. It's that same tired sound from earlier, one laced with a whole lot of "I don't want to saaaaaay thingsss" like a stubborn child caught in a lie. This is what he means by "thorn in his heel"! This is exactly it!

His gaze slides off to the side at the village in the distance, but he maintains his current position, too close to Wolfwood, shuffling how he stands on each foot. Right, then left, then rocking on his heels, a nervous fidget only emphasized by the curl in his tail.]

It's not exactly a rejection, what I said earlier. So. ...You wanna figure out what the hell we are now?