The Sunspire so how do we win?

terance wasn't sure if it was fair to hop into something when he was so obviously still so in love with lyra. in love? maybe. obsessed? maybe? something. he was wrapped up with the thought of lyra still and it just didn't feel fair to seabreeze to move on when he was stuck where he was. but hearing her say all that kind of deflated him. which sucked, because terance didn't even know he felt this way.

"ah, is that all i am to you? just a good time?" he returned playfully, but the chirp in his voice wasn't so bright. he was struggling, and though seabreeze's effort to lighten up the mood helped... he just wasn't sure what he was feeling. "i don't wanna... not be with you, though," he said finally, trying to piece together more thoughts, "i don't know where we both stand on the 'ready' spectrum but... i dunno, not together doesn't feel right to me." he looked elsewhere to avoid her gaze. he didn't want to hear her answer. it'd probably be just like lyra's answer. he couldn't believe he'd even just said what he'd said.