[Perhaps it wasn't the best idea, but they had both acted in their emotions at the time. Rosefica was the one who told him to leave, after all, the moment she saw Eridanus' response to Lucius on the network. The way he scoots closer is unconscious, and is just shy of practically sitting in his lap at the warmth of his comfort. How long had it been, since his heart had felt broken like this? Far too long to remember, it seems—centuries of staying unmarried attended to that.]

Would she have allowed me to indulge in your comforts? I... [His words trail off, trembling, and the only reason he likely has abstained from crying so far it in part due to the comfort Lucius was providing.]

I don't know. I'm sure if she knew you were replaceable, that you were just some "mistress," then her pride as a wife would not be so hurt. [Because then, she would still be his number one.

It's then that he manages to pull away, the heat of their embrace not completely lost as Eridanus gazes at Lucius, just a mere breath apart.] I apologize, do you have anything to drink? I... wish to numb this pain in my chest.