And you are being crude! For the night... Dear lad, need I confess I care for you, even beyond my bed? [just a REAL POUT from this middle aged man. He doesn't linger on it, nuzzling his nose to Hector and sighing.

How can he blame the young man, for not having faith in him? Everett's not exactly the most inspiring of that. He's long been a man who avoided admitting his feelings, even if he did feel love deeply and intensely. He merely convinced himself time and time over it would fade soon enough, be abandoned.]

Don't answer. I love you. It is said. [so that's... final? Not at all, but that's Everett's tone.]