lesson after lesson

He was wracked with guilt. The intention was never to hide anything. Though they'd discussed an open relationship years ago, he'd never acted on it. His tastes were too poignant. No one ever seemed to slake that sort of temptation. Not until he'd realized what had been in front of them all the while. Not until he'd finally had enough of the cowardice. But he'd never once imagined he would hide anything from Inala, least of all this. 

A sheepish smile broke across his lips as he moved for Inala, reaching out for her hand. We need to talk. He nodded his heads towards somewhere less central, inland towards some of the dunes where sea grass sprouted wildly. His expression and tone weren't solemn and serious, but simple and to the point. But if he knew Inala at all, he'd not be surprised if she refused being dragged off to whisper about undesirable news. Cara prepared himself for both.