"He's the hottest person you have ever met in person and I am your boyfriend and you love me and I am not sad. If you were going to finish that sentence 'ask him out,' you totally should." 

"...I should but I'm not going to."

"That's fair." Sasha holds him just a little bit tighter. "I love you." 

"I should probably talk to Marlo. If we're both dating Z."

"It's probably a good idea, yeah." 

"I'll... go do that."

He goes back to his bedroom, flops on the bed, and says, "Jarvis, call Marlo on the line that means that it's not an emergency, please."

"You know, Alexa could do that," Jarvis says. 

"I know."

"Brain the size of a planet and here I am making phone calls as if I were a glorified Siri--"

"I knew I shouldn't have let you read Douglas Adams. Just make the phone call."

The phone rings twice before he gets to it. "Hello, Asher." 

"Apparently we're both dating Z?"

"If you're talking to him again," he says mildly. 

"Yeah. I was, uh, kind of a mess? Am kind of a mess. We talked about it."

"I'm glad," and this time he sounds sincere. "He missed you." 

"Man, way to make me feel like shit about it."

"I'm sorry." He's still sincere. 

"So uh-- I know you don't really like me, and I like you fine but also when someone dislikes me I can't resist the urge to needle them, and I'm gonna try to not do that, because I love Sasha and Z and you also love both of them and I think it would be better for them if we actually got along."

(It's the face he has when he's saving the world, and around Sasha, and around no one else.)

"I can't say you're wrong." He can't see Asher's face but he can hear his tone. "...can't say you were wrong." 

"Were wrong?"

Why did he say that, now he has to explain himself.

"When we were all mind controlled. Neither of us knew you were right but you were, in fact, right." 

"I feel like I was wrong about basically everything I said while I was mind controlled."

"You were wrong about quite a bit of it but you weren't wrong about Anna. — I wish you were wrong about Anna but you were not, in fact, wrong." 

"Shit, man, I'm sorry."

"Objectively speaking, you had a much worse day than I did." 

"It's not a terrible day contest and even if it were Sasha would win. --And I'd rather kill Sasha and watch him come back to life than date him and think I loved him and find out actually I was lying to myself the whole time, anyway."

"You are, again, not wrong." 

A short pause. 

"In any case, the reason I brought it up at all was to apologize for the things I said and I didn't actually do that, so. I'm sorry." 

"I'm sorry about. Fuck. Like half our relationship."

"...I would love to say something profound about forgiveness but unfortunately I am terrible at coming up with words and arranging them into sentences."