"I'll try." Seel looked around the apartment he shared with Pell and George and Jo and sighed audibly. Things were already hard with Swift. Things he didn't want to deal with and thinking about them made him want to smoke. Or cry. And he didn't want to do that surrounded by people who weren't Swift. People or hara who had no idea what they'd been through, had no stake in their relationship and would probably try to help when there was no way they could.

"I can't do this here, Swift. I mean in this apartment. It's too open. It's not Forever. We can't just shut the doors and order the servants away when we need privacy."

As agitated as they were now, they were going to have to talk about it. Life in Hadriel was already hard without it hanging over their heads. The thing they hadn't mentioned. Probably because Seel threw a fit over nothing.