I know. ( if actions speak louder than words, his actions have prove the exactly wrong point he's been trying to make, after all. ) But it's the truth. It's all the truth I have, loving you.
( he's not explicitly sure if he's in love with alina, yet — the could bes are all aligned there, ready and waiting to be nurtured, but he's not sure he has it in him. rather, he's not sure he has it in him to admit it. rhysand is not one to do things in halves, and touching alina in the first place had been a certain breaking point of reality — he wouldn't tempt breaking a vow with feyre for less. but still. feyre is his mate. and more than that, more than the soul bond that they share, more than the fact that she's the love of his life, his wife, his everything — she really is his best friend. that particular bond is incomparable, to anything and everything.
he runs his fingers along her jagged edges, the thoughts and feelings she thinks are ugly. but they're honest, and rhys appreciates honesty above all else. still, her words give him a bit of a pause, eyebrows furrowed as he tilts his head. )
... thank you.
( he would stop seeing alina, if feyre asked it of him. but mostly he's thanking her for saying she won't hate alina, just because of what she means to rhys. )
But — why? Because you think we wouldn't want you there, or because you don't want to be? Because — ( his eyes squint, trying to look beyond some kind of ultimatum feyre might not have intended to set up. because if he has to choose one or the other, and the goal is not to hurt either ... he'd probably have to choose neither of them, and make them all unhappy. ) I won't speak for Alina, but I want you there. With me, always. And if you're somewhere else — then I have to be there, too. If ... if you want me, that is. What do you want, Feyre?
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( he's not explicitly sure if he's in love with alina, yet — the could bes are all aligned there, ready and waiting to be nurtured, but he's not sure he has it in him. rather, he's not sure he has it in him to admit it. rhysand is not one to do things in halves, and touching alina in the first place had been a certain breaking point of reality — he wouldn't tempt breaking a vow with feyre for less. but still. feyre is his mate. and more than that, more than the soul bond that they share, more than the fact that she's the love of his life, his wife, his everything — she really is his best friend. that particular bond is incomparable, to anything and everything.
he runs his fingers along her jagged edges, the thoughts and feelings she thinks are ugly. but they're honest, and rhys appreciates honesty above all else. still, her words give him a bit of a pause, eyebrows furrowed as he tilts his head. )
... thank you.
( he would stop seeing alina, if feyre asked it of him. but mostly he's thanking her for saying she won't hate alina, just because of what she means to rhys. )
But — why? Because you think we wouldn't want you there, or because you don't want to be? Because — ( his eyes squint, trying to look beyond some kind of ultimatum feyre might not have intended to set up. because if he has to choose one or the other, and the goal is not to hurt either ... he'd probably have to choose neither of them, and make them all unhappy. ) I won't speak for Alina, but I want you there. With me, always. And if you're somewhere else — then I have to be there, too. If ... if you want me, that is. What do you want, Feyre?