If Tal was honest, the only person he might have previously talked the dirty details of his sexual preferences and history with was Sah. And even that was a pretty small 'might.' He blamed the wine, the tarot, and his comfort with Alys for why it was coming out now, but for all that it had been unintentional he found it wasn't quite as weird or uncomfortable as he'd expected, to be so open with her. They were each sharing something, which made it easier.
Even if she had to go and correct him, so he wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue at her, which was the only mature way to handle the situation. "I mean, yeah. If it's just... just sex, all th'trust I really need is that they aren't gonna knife me when I'm naked, or slip poison in my drink. It's not nothin', but it's a lot lower bar, y'know? Romance is all... respect an' attraction an' hopin' they feel th'same an' bein' vulnerable an'... yeah." He paused to take a gulp of wine, fortifying himself for the honesty that had finally been shaken loose amidst all the rambling exploration of putting his feelings into words for the first time.
"I guess... I've had a couple o' people I was attracted to, who I wanted t'get t'know better. T'get t'know enough t'maybe think about fallin' in love with, if that makes sense? But... no one ever... felt th'same way back, so..." He shrugged awkwardly, leaning into the weird timeline and nodding along to Alys's example of Ru.
"Yeah, I thought she an' Jata were through," he admitted. "Still not sure it's such a good idea t'start up again, but... hail, she knows what she needs better'n anybody. An' if he can give it t'her..." The courier sighed. "Long as he doesn't fuck it up, then I'll trust her, even if it means trustin' him." The wry smile made a reappearance as he studied the seer over his glass. "Just like I trust your cards, 'cuz I trust you. Even when th'cards seem t'know more about love than either o'us."
Even if she had to go and correct him, so he wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue at her, which was the only mature way to handle the situation. "I mean, yeah. If it's just... just sex, all th'trust I really need is that they aren't gonna knife me when I'm naked, or slip poison in my drink. It's not nothin', but it's a lot lower bar, y'know? Romance is all... respect an' attraction an' hopin' they feel th'same an' bein' vulnerable an'... yeah." He paused to take a gulp of wine, fortifying himself for the honesty that had finally been shaken loose amidst all the rambling exploration of putting his feelings into words for the first time.
"I guess... I've had a couple o' people I was attracted to, who I wanted t'get t'know better. T'get t'know enough t'maybe think about fallin' in love with, if that makes sense? But... no one ever... felt th'same way back, so..." He shrugged awkwardly, leaning into the weird timeline and nodding along to Alys's example of Ru.
"Yeah, I thought she an' Jata were through," he admitted. "Still not sure it's such a good idea t'start up again, but... hail, she knows what she needs better'n anybody. An' if he can give it t'her..." The courier sighed. "Long as he doesn't fuck it up, then I'll trust her, even if it means trustin' him." The wry smile made a reappearance as he studied the seer over his glass. "Just like I trust your cards, 'cuz I trust you. Even when th'cards seem t'know more about love than either o'us."
