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It was about the answer he expected. As he had known, she was still sorting through feelings for Colt. That was understandable. She'd been with him longer than he had been with Camilla, and it sounded like their relationship was a lot less one-sided than his had been. He also believed that what others thought mattered, especially Towhee (who would probably be thrilled, like Niamh guessed), the kids, and Wraen. He wanted everybody's blessing, and he certainly didn't want to spring it on Figment and Fennec without some context and background.

The nice thing was, We don't have to make any decisions right now. I just wanted to put that out there. Chew on it awhile. If it's nothing, we'll still be friends. And he meant that. Phox wasn't going to go all bitter and hate her forever if it wasn't reciprocal. He wasn't the type to go fantasizing about some life until he was sure it was in the cards. And for now, this one was still up in the air. Phox gave her a genuine smile. He wanted to lean in for a hug, but he restrained himself, not wanting to come across as too eager.

I'm not trying to rush anything. Not with you, and nobody else is even on the docket. He planned on keeping himself available until the right one came along. He'd learned his lesson on that one with Camilla.