"It is..." Lloyd laughed heartily when James said they'd missed his window, leaning his head against him with a long sigh. "We have eternity to fit our torrid affair into, James. Don't worry."
At James' confession Lloyd nodded, a considering expression on his face. "You did hurt them, though, James," he said softly. "I know you didn't truly mean to, and that it was probably for the best, but the wounds are still fresh. Expecting it to just go away won't make it happen. Plus, you've just come back after Will died - that was scary to think of - so they're all tired, ill, recovering, and just... moving on. I know it's not easy for you but don't take it so hard. Shit happens, they'll get over it. They both still love you, which is probably why they're still so..." Lloyd searched for the word. "Passionate about it."