Yeah, we've had to compromise on that. You and I both know I'm going to feel like second fiddle for him, Black or not, pretty much always. You have no concept how self-conscious I feel thinking about Fef...

[She grunted and downed the rest of her drink in a gulp that resulted in sputttering and coughing gags, eyes bulging. Oh god, that had been a terrible idea, such a terrible idea. That was not meant for gulping. After a second, she calmed and closed her eyes.]

I'm not getting in the way of two of his quadrants. It's just... the Red. If it doesn't work so easy, I'll have to work on my jealousy or we'll figure something out.