[ His voice heats up a little at first in exasperation over not being understood, held in check as he keeps his tone level and rubs a thumb over the back of Molly's hand. ]

I never — agreed — to bring anyone else into our bed, but now I have to have no problem with it because you made that decision for me, and I'm the bad guy if I don't like it. You decided, with your body. I'm completely outside the realm of having a say about what you do with it, but I do have a right to react and, Molly, I am sorry, but there's nothing to be done.

I feel like you put me on your skin but you don't want to deal with me.

[ He wants to be with Molly, he loves him. Love doesn't stop Fjord feeling like he's been somehow deeply misunderstood, though.

He was only with us for three months, he couldn't know me. ]