Lincoln wasn't about to judge. He didn't know what had happened leading up to the injury he had treated and, frankly, he wasn't sure he wanted to ask. Besides, it wasn't like he had much room to talk about attraction to dangerous people. His last situationship was with a couple who had, technically, been his enemies. He just nodded and let that part of the conversation go. It was just for clarification anyway.
For a moment Lincoln was thankful for his role at Afterlife. Talking newly minted Inhumans through their transition and becoming someone they knew they could trust and talk to meant he was part counselor. This wasn't the most awkward thing he'd been asked about. "Have you tried talking to him about the whole dating thing? What he wants? If the two of you are coming from two completely opposite sides of this it might be best to try and talk about that before getting too carried away." The other issue was a little more personal. "Okay. No cliffs. Bad idea. I forbid them. Doctor's orders. What were you going to say? He's what?"