"Mx Feng." It's almost impressive, how easily Sin can produce a forced casualness to his voice- approaching perhaps unexpectedly from a quiet corner of main street and the fair's many booths and gently catching Ondine by the wrist. He'd hoped beyond hope he'd find the time for this anywhere else- in private, at bare minimum- but he'll take an alleyway and the shade- he'd take worse than that, just for a few moments of peace with them. It's only once away from prying eyes that he shifts- reels her in smoothly, with tattooed hands at their waist, to set a kiss against familiar lips.
And then guilt and disgust assail a moment he'd hoped might be peaceful, and there is a pause- silence as their forehead settles against Deen's lightly. "Sorry I- I just- I need to speak with you and Esther today." She's known them long enough to be able to catch the way he can't quite meet their eyes, the way fond hands hesitate where they hold her hips. "I am... unsure how much longer I can do... This." He moves a hand- motions at the space between buildings he's tugged them into. The secrecy, the are-or-are-we-nots of everything- the three of them were not exclusive- but he is sick to his stomach for the decisions he's made- and the lies he's clung to, with Esther- and made Ondine complicit in.
"I am falling apart, and I am making horrible choices for it- do- do you have the time to... take a walk with me? A little further away from... everything."
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