Ah-- we are the only one in here now. Being in the memory, I'm afraid I don't know who might have wandered in and seen it, only to walk away quietly. I was a bit... preoccupied.

[It doesn't bother him. Daisy wasn't a weakness that could bring him to his knees, there was nothing between them but warm skin and the gentle quiet the sound of her heartbeat had brought him.

It was all nothing.

In the grander scheme of things.]

Right now, you need me to be the proxy to your misplaced sense of guilt. I never lied and I never pretended to be anything but what I am, yet you wanted that. And you hate yourself for it.

But I will not be the villain in this little story you tell yourself to sleep better at night for wanting me.