[ Wrapping his arms around Molly he pulls him forward so Molly is perched on the edge of the kitchen counter, Fjord flush against his front for a full-bodied hug. A kiss finds peacock feathers and there he rests his cheek, face hidden between warm skin and a horn's curl. ]

I feel like I'm breaking apart on this island, sometimes. I can't ... I'm not the best at sharing, it gets hard to breathe sometimes, the whole ... mating with multiple people, it doesn't feel wrong but it hurts more than it feels good. I can't love all these people all the time, then be okay with sharing them. I'm really trying here, Molly.

You keep me in one piece.