...I am also not Fujiko. Nor do I ever have any desire to be like her, or to interfere in what it is that she and Lupin have. I don't understand it, but I do not need to do so to know that anything that's not purely physical would be infidelity of a sort on his part.

And I'll nave no part in that. Not now, not ever. You, both of you know why.

[He scrubs his face with a hand, grumbling at the beginning of stubble itching up his jawline. Before the day is over he's going to have to shave. And won't that be a delight?]

Nothing can come of this. Nothing will come of this and if I must stop speaking to him to make certain of it, I will.