He’d just wanted to make you jealous. It was petty, sure, but he hadn’t meant for it to escalate. He hadn’t meant to cheat on you.

Tighnari is gripping your hand, unable to meet your gaze. “I need to tell you something,” he says slowly. “You’re going to be mad.” He’s been preparing to tell you since last night, when he let that woman kiss him, touch him. His ears move back. “I love you.”