There was a lounge chair that was his favorite. Of all of the posh furniture it was the ugliest. Granted, compared to everyone else in the world it was still stylish and ostentatious, but Mason knew. Knew and didn't care. It was comfortable, and he liked it. He sat in it now for a sense of security.
"I'm not fair to you," he muttered before he rubbed his fingers against his forehead. "I gave in to fear and jealousy for which I am deeply sorry. There are...reasons. Why I'm such an arse beyond that it keeps people from getting close. It doesn't excuse the behaviour, and I've never told anyone here the why's of things."