[Considering Richard had nearly taken a blade to him for the mere suggestion that the younger man's father might have died dishonourably, he could imagine why this Henry the Sixth provoked such a reaction. It was enough to shut down any further comments he might decide to make on the subject, aware of the importance that such a man had on Richard's life. If there was a dedication to a single member of family, it would Richard to his father as far as he could tell.]

So you avenged your father with this man's death. [Like that, he left the subject alone and expected that would be that. He would never know and thus hopefully never understand that sting.

He stepped from the spray of water, pushing his hands over his hair to force the rivets of water to trail over his skin. The shower was normally a safe space, one for quiet contemplation or the kind of quiet touching he allowed himself to enjoy with Richard now and again. The space felt oppressive and confining as it was now, though he knew better than to show any disturbances even as he opened more space for Richard to step under the spray that he had just vacated.]

What I wish doesn't matter; there is only one option where I lose. [False. He lost something in all three scenarios, but it wasn't yet worth considering. He was not yet ready to put his cards on the table because he couldn't get a read on what hand Richard was holding.] Your thoughts on the options?