Gustavain laughs to that, the sound muffled and humming, sliding back up slowly, until he can rest his head against Phillip's hip again. His fingers aren't idle though, a soft stretching that's slowly turning into something rhythmic while he considers his next words.

They've never been exclusive, have talked about that situation at least once, but mostly idly. It's never seemed important. Both of them have wanderer's hearts, though in different ways, and Gustavain has been neither celibate in the other places he's traveled, nor without emotional attachments. But just as what's between them is something different than all that, so too is the next admission. But it's as much a part of this as anything else is, and so, he does decide he has to give voice to it.

"I almost slept with him. Emet-Selch," because it wouldn't have been Hades he was sleeping with, not then. It both is and isn't a confession. He doesn't feel bad about it, but it feels... odd, now. "I think I would have," he adds, "if the worst had happened and I had actually succeeded in going to his version of Amaurot on my own."