Fletcher stared at his knee rather purposefully after a moment. It was something abstract and not at all related to anything in particular. Most importantly, it was not Tiberius. "I need you to understand," he said quietly. "That is why I'm telling you this." Part of it, anyway. It was part of why he was telling him, but there were a whole other assorted reasons for it. One of them being because of that chat with Felixa.
"That hope, I spoke of...came in the form of a conversation with the only other person who knows you better than I do. Well, two people who know you. I spoke with Pansy again...after our argument. Then with Felixa. Both have rather assured me that this conversation needed to happen." He bit down on his lower lip. He was really going to have to have to figure out a way not to make these sorts of conversations a regular happening.
"I admit, I am never quite sure, but perhaps they are more aware than I am about these matters. So...I'm rather hoping all of this hasn't been...for nothing, but I have been informed that you'd be an idiot not to leave the entire female population for me, so...I guess there's that."