He finds her at the University of London's Horticulture Hall, shepherds her around, makes comments of limited sophistication but genuine enthusiasm regarding the pretty flowers, and excuses himself a couple hours into the affair for a bathroom break.
"Well, he does a good you, if it's not good advice it might at least be you advice, and Linyabel likes you."
Linya comes in. She gives Ivan a look. "You can do your work somewhere else, unless you've lost the pen I gave you. Yes?"
She sits on his bed.
"I don't know what to say," he says. "I don't know... what to do. This is not a usual condition for me and I'm having trouble adjusting."
"Everyone else seems satisfied that there are only two you-shaped people. It's very tempting to just agree with their assessment and scoop you up and cry into your hair for a bit and be done with it - but everyone else, at least of the parties who are on this planet, will be more or less all right if it turns out that you're not you as long as you do both of the relevant jobs, as long as you aren't inclined to assassinate people or sabotage the work. Even Ivan doesn't seem that shaken up and he's your cousin. I'm shaken up. Convince me. Tell me - things they couldn't have turned up through elaborate detective work, and enough of them that it's vanishingly unlikely for them have got it via fast-penta before you hit upon the Bard. Tell me what color my bubble was when it wasn't white, tell me what the first mistake I made when you taught me to fly a lightflyer was, tell me - I don't know, what color my underwear was the first time we made love - convince me so that I can hold you." She swallows. "My dearest partner of greatness."
He takes a deep breath.
"When we were talking to haut Kety from inside that stolen bubble you kept making this face every time he called you 'love' and you rolled your eyes when you said it back. And you didn't know what clarium was. You cut Nadina's hair. Everyone kept thinking that Ivan was the mastermind and it ticked me off immensely. I fell onto the inside of the force-screen... one time I asked you how pathetic it was that I fell to my knees when I first saw you, and you said it was endearing because you like the way I project my experiences into the world, and I declared an intention to become insufferably smug about it. When we got married the first time the candies were shaped like little flowers in little bubbles and I couldn't quite decide if the symbology was as obvious as it seemed but I never asked. When you first told me to call you Linya it was in the embassy foyer, between getting married and leaving the planet. After the first time we made love you met Ivan in the corridor and told him I was sleeping and he cracked up, and the next time I saw him we kept giggling at each other and I could not for the life of me explain to you why. I still can't, for that matter. It took me something like a week before I figured out how to disengage from marital relations of my own will instead of just going on until you wanted to do something else or I fell asleep on you. Also the first time you kissed me was after I admitted I'd been arguing with Ivan about whether or not I was going to be, ah, maritally disappointed. You picked me up. It was quite adorable."
"When Illyan met us at the shuttleport I told him fast-penta doesn't work on haut women and he looked really noncommittal and I still don't know if he already knew. The face you made the first time you got a good look at Cockroach Central was amazing. It made Illyan apologize on the spot. Sometimes I still think about calling it 'the enormous concrete dropping of some kind of mythical Bad Taste Dragon' and giggle to myself. I remember you suggested we get some ladders and let the neighbourhood children paint it, and I can't remember if I said so but I thought you might be overestimating the artistic ability of Barrayaran neighbourhood children... I think it was on the walk from there to Vorkosigan House that I told you I'd take a wedding oath capped with 'and anyone who doesn't like it can take a wormhole jump to hell'. I had an urge to say it when the time actually came, but I refrained. I still use 'kitten-tree' as an adjective for especially quirky feats of bioengineering - I thought it when I was buying you that live fur. The first time you met Mother she asked if she was welcoming you to the family or housing an exile or a refugee. Then while you were talking while I screwed around with luggage she let on that I've been known to disable the safety measures in a lightflyer. You're really fond of groats, have been since you first tried them."
and leans forward and scoops him up.
"I love you too. That was terrible, I'm not doing that again, I'm telling Illyan the minute I get home that he can give you clearance to hear about my job or revoke mine and let the Dendarii go to waste. I probably won't bring up option three. Unless he makes a lot of unhappy noises."
"You know you only get to do this once, right? You only get to tell me that this is the end of the secrets and there's nothing else to hide once. Zero-one-infinity rule. If it happens more than once I will never know where it ends."
"...Exception for if I strongly suspect we are under hostile observation and have to tell you something that isn't true to throw off whoever it is. And I'll correct myself as soon as I get you properly alone, which I will attempt to do as expeditiously as possible," he says. "There are unfortunately way too many reasons a covert agent might have to lie. But 'to make sure my wife doesn't find out what I'm really doing on ninety percent of my quote unquote courier missions' is now no longer such a reason. I declare it so. I am done lying to you."
"Yes, exception granted. If the ceiling is watching you may say what the ceiling needs to hear." Snuggle.
"You're welcome." She kisses his forehead. And then tilts his head up and kisses his lips.