Oh, just...on the bed or something, I suppose. As long as nothing's on Basilio's side of the room.

[He muttered that in an obvious state of distraction, moving to tie his hair back mostly out of his face.]

...I was foolish. We both were. If that was truly how he felt all along, he could have said something before it came to that.

[...]

Eh...then again, that might have just made things worse.