It was true, but it was more than that… He had love here as well, and he wasn’t constantly at odds with his colleagues here. The things that had happened, the last case he’d worked before finding himself here? It had left him questioning, and then a second heartbreak on top of that… Well, Llewellyn had started to feel himself slipping again.

The question got a small pause, eyes cast down. He wasn’t sure how to even talk about that mess, but he knew he needed to. If only to ease Rhy’s worries. So he considered his answer as he poured out a couple of glasses of wine. “I won’t lie to you and say that I didn’t see someone else- A couple, someone’s honestly… but…” Clearing his throat slightly as there was a tightness in his voice, he offered Rhy the glass. “It didn’t work out, and it’s not worth remembering here… My heart is still yours, Rhy. Even if it’s… Been in other hands, I suppose.” And part of him wonders if that will disappoint Rhy as much as the other things that had transpired might.

“If I remembered you there- I don’t know that I would have trusted it in another’s care.” He added softly, staring into his glass thoughtfully. The detective wasn’t sure what would have been better now. Remembering Rhy and what they had, but being cut off from him… Or forgetting and trying to find a love that wasn’t meant to be. “As I said, if I could never go back again… I’d be happy.”