Confessions (tag: Harmonia)
Zosime had made herself scarce after helping Tyr get dinner ready. He hated to admit it, even to himself, but the servant he'd rescued from Enyo was becoming invaluable. She was cheery and helpful, but seemed to know when to help and when to butt out. Tyr was used to solitude, and he stubbornly continued to prefer to do the things he could himself, and Zosime had quickly adjusted. They were also beginning to understand each other a little. It probably helped that as he was "seeing" a Greek, he wanted to learn what he could of her language, while Zosime was about as far away from Greece as she could be and needed to be able to get around on her own. With two eager students, it was coming along. Tyr still had to remind himself that he couldn't just go around naked in his own house anymore, but for the most part the arrangement was working. For now. Harmonia had talked about getting her own place, at which time, assuming they were still talking, he was going to suggest that Zosime go with Harmonia.
The assumption that they would still be talking weighed heavily on what happened tonight. Tyr had decided it was time for them to have a talk. Which sounded even worse in his head when he thought of it that way, and he didn't think the idea could get any worse than it already was.
He had decided it was time Harmonia knew what she was getting into, before it got any deeper. Already they had been tottering on the edge. Tyr had made sure they avoided any situations where things could get physically out of hand. It was not honorable to take advantage like that, and certainly not with someone he actually cared about. But now it was time for their relationship to either sink or swim. No more putting it off.
To that end, he had finally invited her to his place for dinner. This was not the kind of conversation one wanted to have in a crowded restaurant. Not to mention that if things actually went well and Harmonia accepted who he was, he was pretty sure they were not going to spend the night apart. Hope for the best, but expect the worst, they always said. Whoever "they" were. It did seem to apply. Tyr just wasn't sure he wanted to hope that much. He knew better than anyone who and what he was.
Knowing she would be arriving any moment, Tyr opened the wine so it could breathe a bit before they drank it. It would be a perfect accompaniment to the roast staying warm in the oven.