"No, it is not. Sentiment is confounding even for those that were raised for it. There is no one answer- and no one way to do things. That is what makes it so complicated." There are many things for which they might come to feel shame or regret. This ought not be one of them.

He watches them for a moment, weighing his options for a proper answer. Watches how Lucci's eyes follow that light, how his hands grasp instead at the shine provided by the broach. Grasping for what cannot be held- is that not love? Reaching and hoping for something they cannot touch or truly know? Exhaustion makes him poetic, apparently.

"No. We have spoken on the matter and...she knows I care. I know she cares as well. We promise nothing to one another nor make any claims, and she does not begrudge me my lovers." A beat. "I have done it before- the loving and being loved by two at once. It ended poorly. Jealousy is a terrible thing. I wish to avoid it."