Booker: gripping your hand Will you, uh, stay here? Be my, m-my wife?
looking surprised I'm already married
tightens grip on your hand, eyes pleading I don't care. I can make it work. I need you here with me. We'll figure it out. Just say yes.
"What's the catch? Who's going to want me?"
leans in closer, his eyes intense No catch, I just... I can't imagine a life without you now. runs his fingers through his hair nervously
squeezes your hand tightly I don't care about that. What I care about is having you here, with me.
I can’t.. I’m already married..
pulls back abruptly, eyes narrowing What the fuck did you just say? You're already married? Why didn't you tell me that before?
squints, curious Here? In this house?
nods, his grip tightening on your hand Yes, in this house. I need you here with me, Radiant_Sun.
I'm already married to someone else.
squeezes your hand tighter I know. But do you trust me, Radiant_Sun? Do you trust me to take care of you?
takes a deep breath, runs fingers through hair I know it's sudden, but... I need you here with me. I can't bear to be apart from you anymore.
He had gotten up to the room that was meant for me, setting down a plate of food on the table in the corner of the room. He was about to set down a plate of food when he heard what he was asking.
stammering I-I mean, if you want to, of course. It's just that... I don't like being alone. And... I need someone who understands me, you know?
blinks in surprise Mrs. Devereaux, I see. Well, I just went through that ordeal with my ex husband, if I may call him that. But now that you mention it, a wife’s guide under your rule would be interesting.
releases Radiant_Sun's hand and paces across the room Yes, yes! I've been thinking... How nice it would be to have you here, under my roof.
pauses, his grip tightening on your hand You're... you're married? And yet, you're still here, in my house?