[Felix--well, ten minutes ago he would have said he didn't understand why Grant was doing all this, going out of his way to ask these questions and figure out how to solve something Felix didn't even assume could or should be solved. He supposes now he does understand, but that doesn't make it any easier to accept feeling like they all think he's incapable of handling his own relationships or feelings. As much as he dislikes feeling like the odd one out all the time, it was easier when they simply left him to deal with his own irrational, selfish emotions by himself, like he always has. If he couldn't or didn't want to love or give or feel the way they can, the way they wanted him to, he could at least keep his whining about it to himself.]

And even if that wasn't insulting, practically speaking, there is no way for him to do it without sacrificing time he would have spent with us. Experiences he would have had with us, he will now have with five other people, or...whatever.

[Listen, he can't be expected to keep track of how many people Dimitri's in love with on any given day.]

It's a declaration of intent, Grant, even if he doesn't see it that way. An intent to take something important that we created for ourselves and...and spread it around to other people who weren't there. Sometimes it seems like he'd do it for anyone who expressed any interest at all, simply because they did, out of some...some altruistic desire not to disappoint them. And I never agreed to share it with anyone else. But when he, or Claude, asks if I mind them doing it, they want and expect me to say no, so what's the point of asking?

[It's a lot of words for Felix all at once, but Grant has managed to push past his reluctance to where his frustrations and feelings live, and now they're spilling out.]