Under her close gaze, Marijuana's eyes flashed green for a moment, too distracted by her sadness, by her question, to keep their true colour camouflaged. "Because I love him. Because he's mine and I'm-" Marijuana broke off and reached out to stroke her cheek gently. "I don't love him more than you. Just in a different way. A way that makes me want to be with him and just him for the rest of my existence." Even if that meant keeping an aspect of himself firmly under wraps. Marijuana sighed and pressed a light kiss to the corner of her lips. "Come on, angel-mine." He reached down to clasp her hand lightly. "Let's go get you some sparkly things for your new apartment."