"Well then I suppose I still am, even if I don't see the point."

"Do you not, like, find that attractive women continue to catch your eye, or find it potentially interesting as a feature of your identity that if we broke up or I died or something you might wind up with a girl next time?"

"I've mostly been noticing men whom I find attractive, and then realizing that that's because they look like you, who is even more attractive."

"...awwwwww."

"Well, the convention remains that you are bisexual unless you are retrospectively realizing that you were never into women in the first place."

"Well, I don't think I've realized that exactly, so I will have to be bisexual."

"You don't have to be, the Gay Police aren't going to come after you for claiming to be one of us."

"Oh good."

"They exclusively prosecute forgetting Valentine's day." Nuzzle.

"Well, it's on my calendar, so I trust I'll be fine." Nuzzle.

Isabella's Lucien is discharged from the hospital with a few prescriptions and instructions for wound care. Does he need a loaner wheelchair or can he walk?

He can manage to walk but prefers a wheelchair.

They say it's a good idea for him to walk if he can but he can have a chair for now.

Into the hotel they go. "We need to get a real apartment which can have, like, possessions, in it."

"Yeah, it'd be nice to be going home to a place."

"Haru said they'd pay me for my help with the dungeon, so that's nice."

Nod nod.

"They wanted you to walk if you could, it'll be five steps from here to bed, give it a whirl and tell me how it feels."

One. Two. Three...and he can collapse onto the bed from here, right?

If he insists. She'll go help arrange his limbs in place on the bed and stroke his hair.

He is apparently crying a bit, for some reason.

"Do you need another dose of the painkillers?"

"No, I don't think it's the pain? I'm just...I don't know."

"You seem pretty wrung out."

"Yeah, it's like I'm tired and restless and all the emotions all at once."