"It's not. Not if it hurts you. Or if it makes you do insane things like subject poor women to dates with you." Barty pulled on one of the T-shirts and then undid his jeans, not really feeling like having this conversation while in his pants. Apparently it was what they were doing though. "None of what I did--"

How much could he even get into this? It was pointless anyway. He focused on what mattered. "I never lied about how I felt. I love you. I don't think I can ever not love you."