Lexi arched up one eyebrow, half standing in front of Nate, looking for all the world like she was protecting him. "Sagramore - you - came in here a few weeks ago. We talked, argued, as is our way, apparently. Reminisced about things we couldn't have. Then we had a rather nice fuck, actually. He went his way, I went mine, and we mutually agreed that it was something worth repeating, if that chance happened by again. Not our first choices, no, but he wasn't going to get Mordred and I wasn't going to get who I wanted, so." She pause, snorting out a bitter laugh. "Raving lunatic, huh? Maybe. But I'm also not lying. And you'd know that, if you'd stop repressing so goddamn much."
Nathan listened quietly, head down, fingers resting lightly on Shelia's head. Like he needed the anchor. "Jim," he started raggedly before it trailed off again and he shook his head mutely.
God, what if it was true? What then?
"I... I think I need some air," he finally managed, sounding strangled and pained.