A shame. I've never been a home wrecker before. [He leaned his head back against the pillow and returned to staring up at the ceiling. Truth be told, Richard might have been the first he remained intrigued about to put up with that kind of disruption. What was the need for loyalty to more than enjoying themselves when they didn't care to define what this was so far.] I suppose the situation would be as messy with her as it is with my daughter.

[He shifted his other arm behind his head, fingers flicking against each other to prevent him from giving his away his normal tells. His hand remained stroking up and down Richard's back, feeling the tension in those muscles.] She's not here. Neither is he. It doesn't bother me because I'm aware of the potential... finality of this if one or both make their way here. [Well, maybe not the first person but definitely the second.

He sighed and stared at the ceiling. He was still convinced they had lost the narrative and keeping this a secret between them could escalate matters beyond what they could reasonably control.] I do know, yes. I also know that controlling information is imperative for both of us. Are you... ashamed of this?