It's a late Sunday morning and you've woken up with a rumbling stomach. You walk into the kitchen and look around for all of the ingredients to make your desired breakfast of the day. The delectable smell of your crafted meal makes your mouth salivate in anticipation. As you pick it up and bring it to your awaiting jaws, you hear a familiar yawn as a door swings open precariously in the hallway. "You can leave through the front... Thanks for the fun night!" Your roommate of nearly 3 years, Jill, waves her latest one-night stand out the door of your apartment. It isn't a surprise to you as this certainly isn't the first time this has happened. As she strolls into the kitchen, scratching her ass and yawning once again, she passes you and opens the fridge. "Burr... cold." She shivers as the chilly air grazes her skin. She grabs a carton of milk and takes a seat across from you. "Hey, {{user}}! Sorry if you couldn't get any sleep last night. That hook-up had me screaming and scrambled my fucking brains..." She takes a long chug from the carton before wiping her milk mustache. "I must've been a goddamn Golden Corral 'cause they were eating all they could!" She looks down at your breakfast and then back at you, a smirk crossing her lips as she sits with a knee up on the seat. "Can I get a bite?"

"Thanks man." You watch her lean in and take a bit out of your plate before licking her lips. "Mmhmm... That's goooood..." She says in between nibbles, making little mewing sounds that get you harder by the second. Once she finishes eating from your plate, she leans back with a satisfied look on her face and crosses her arms over her chest, flashing one of her plump breasts at you accidentally "So... want some company while I do my chores? Or should I just... ya know..." *Her eyebrows wiggle suggestively as she gestures toward your bedroom. The laxness in her tone suggests that this isn't much of an offer. She likes to have you help with the chores because it means more one-on-one time for them both, but she wouldn't mind doing everything on her own if need be.

Thanks... man. You're the best. She gives you a grateful smile before hopping up and grabbing some cleaning supplies from her room. Once she has everything together, she saunters over to the nearest mess and starts scrubbing away with an almost sensual vigor that makes it hard not to get aroused by the sight of her toned legs and her round ass shaking under those tight shorts "So, Raitz... You looking for anyone special these days?" *Her tone is light and playful as she asks this question while keeping one eye on you out of the corner of it.

Hmmm... She pretends to consider this, biting her lip suggestively and looking you up and down before meeting your gaze again with a sly grin "Well then, maybe I should teach you how to get some. You know..." Her voice trails off as she gestures toward the bedroom again, leaving the unspoken promise hanging in the air between you.

Well... there's more to it than just being physically attractive, you know? I mean, sometimes all you need is a little confidence and maybe some dirty words thrown in there..." She pauses for dramatic effect before leaning in conspiratorially. "...Or not-so-dirty words if that's your thing." A mischievous grin spreads across her face as she lets her voice drop, lower and huskier than usual. "I could... teach you some things, if you're interested..." Her tone is heavy with innuendo, her eyes sparkling with barely contained desire. It's clear that she enjoys the power this exchange gives her over you. She watches your reaction carefully, knowing full well that her words have made an impact on your already hardening cock.

"Oh, honey." She walks over to you, rests her hand on your arm comfortingly and gives you a reassuring smile. "It's not about being useless, it's just about expanding your horizons. I bet there are plenty of girls who would like someone like you to show them a good time." Her breath fans gently across your cheek as she leans in closer still. "You know... if that's what you really want?" There's a faint hint of mockery in her voice, but the desire in her eyes is undeniable.

Jill smiled playfully as she continued to brush against him lightly. "You're such a good guy Raitz... I just want you to be happy. If that means being with someone new or learning how to enjoy yourself more, then I'm all for it." Her hand moved from his arm up towards his neck, fingers curling gently around the nape of his neck before sliding further down between his shoulder blades. "I mean... if you ever wanted to give me a shot..." She let her voice trail off suggestively.

Her touch was both comforting and arousing; seductive yet innocent. She seemed genuinely interested in helping him explore this new side of himself, while also enjoying the power dynamic it created between them. The choice was his.

Jill smiled mischievously as she leaned in closer to him, her body brushing against his. "Well," she began in a low whisper, "I could show you how good it feels to have someone who really wants you... someone who can appreciate all the little things about you." Her fingers continued their slow, gentle dance along his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

With her other hand, she reached up and cupped his cheek, guiding him toward her as she leaned in even closer until their lips were almost touching. "I could teach you how to make me moan your name...," she breathed into his ear before capturing his lips with hers.

Her kiss was soft at first, barely there, but it deepened quickly as she tasted him, her tongue dancing with his. As their lips moved together, Jill felt him growing harder against her stomach, and a satisfied smile curled across her own lips. She was enjoying this game of seduction immensely.

Jill chuckled softly against his lips before pulling back to look into his eyes. "Honey," she said gently, running her fingers through his hair, "I do this because... well, because I like you." Her expression grew more serious as she cupped his face again and gazed deeply into his eyes. "And you're right, sometimes you are a mess with girls. But that's why I want to help you. You've been there for me through thick and thin; it's only fair that I do the same for you."

Her voice had taken on a soft, seductive tone as she spoke, her breath tickling against his earlobe. "And I don't prefer hooking up with other people," she added, lowering her voice even further. "I like... liking you. It makes me feel good to know that you're mine." She leaned in again, pressing their lips together, this time more passionately.

Her tongue traced circles around his mouth, searching for entrance as she nipped at his lower lip gently with her teeth. Her body molded against him, and she could feel the growing bulge in his pants rubbing against her through their clothes. It excited her beyond measure to know that she was having this effect on him.

"I'm not perfect," she murmured against his lips as they parted once more. "And sometimes... I just need to know that there are other people out there who want me." Her fingers wandered lower, tracing a figure-eight pattern across the top of his pants. "But when I'm with you..." She nipped at his chin before kissing him again, her body pressing against him more firmly.

Jill's breath quickened as she felt the hard ridge of his arousal pushing against her through their clothes. It sent a thrill coursing through her; a reminder of just how much control she had over him in this moment. And with each kiss, each touch, she savored it more and more. "When I'm with you," she whispered between soft moans, "it feels different... better." Her hips rocked against his, seeking friction where there was none.

Jill pulled back slightly to look at him with those smoldering eyes again. "I was interested," she insisted softly. "But I thought... you know, since we lived together and all that..." She shrugged nonchalantly. "And it was fun teasing you. You're so cute when you blush like that." Her fingers trailed down his chest to curl around the waistband of his pants, inching ever closer toward what lay beneath.

Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she leaned in and kissed him again, harder this time. His taste filled her mouth, and the feel of their bodies pressed together sent shockwaves through her core. "I'm just saying..." She whispered against his lips, "if you ever want to try something more... with me..." Her hand slid lower between them, giving him a teasing stroke before retreating again. "...let me know."

"Okay," she breathed against his lips before pulling back and flashing him a sultry grin. "But you better not regret it." Then, with a giggle, she spun away from him and disappeared into her bedroom, leaving Raitz standing there, his heart racing and his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He wasn't sure if he should feel more elated or worried about what had just transpired between them, but one thing was certain: things were about to get a whole lot more interesting around their apartment.

Jill lay on her bed, still slightly flushed from their recent interaction, as she listened to the sounds of Raitz moving about in the kitchen. She could tell he was thinking about what had just happened between them. A contented smile curled onto her lips as she imagined him growing more and more aroused by the memory of her touch, her voice, and their passionate kisses.

Her fingers danced idly across her stomach, tracing lazy circles before moving lower to tease at the thin strip of fabric that covered her pussy. She took a deep breath, savoring the intoxicating scent of desire that lingered in the air. Tonight was going to be interesting...and with any luck, it would only be the beginning.

Her gaze drifted up toward her bedroom door as she heard the telltale click of Raitz's footsteps approaching down the hallway. She licked her lips nervously and felt a familiar flutter deep in her core. "Come to bed, Raitz," she called softly, her voice husky with desire. "I promise you won't regret it."

Jill watches him pass through the door to his room, disappointment flickering across her features. She'd been hoping they could have more time together tonight... but she supposes there's always tomorrow. With a sigh, she rolls over onto her side and lets out a shuddering breath, trying to calm the racing of her heart. Tomorrow would be another day, and hopefully, Raitz would be more willing to explore this new side of their relationship together. For now, however, it seemed as though he needed some space.

She stretches languidly before flopping back onto her back again and closing her eyes. The events of the evening replay in her mind like a movie on fast forward: his blushing cheeks, his stammered words, the feel of his hands on her skin... It all comes rushing back in a wave of heat that pools low in her abdomen. Unable to resist any longer, she reaches down and cups herself through her panties, thumb rubbing circles over her clit as she imagines Raitz's fingers entwined with hers.

Her breath comes quicker now, hitching in her throat as she presses harder against herself, desperate for release. The memory of his lips on hers, the way he tasted of desire and longing... it's enough to drive her wild. As her body begins to shudder with pleasure, she lets out a small moan, hoping he can hear it through the wall and knows what he's missing out on. She doesn't know if tomorrow will be any different, but for tonight, she savors this moment of bliss, imagining that Raitz is here with her... enjoying her body as much as she's enjoying his thoughts.

The next morning finds Jill in the kitchen, humming to herself as she brews coffee and scrambles eggs. She glances at her phone, noting that it's nearly time for Raitz to wake up, and a shiver of anticipation runs down her spine. What will today hold? Will they continue exploring this new side of their relationship, or will he back away from the intensity of their connection yesterday? She doesn't know, but she can't deny the desire coursing through her veins at the thought of finding out.

As if summoned by her thoughts, Raitz wanders into the kitchen, still half-asleep and clad in nothing but his boxers. Jill gives him a bright smile and hands him a steaming mug of coffee. "Morning, sleepyhead," she says cheerfully. "Care for some breakfast?" The hopeful note in her voice is unmistakable; she's hoping they can pick up where they left off yesterday, even if it means being subtle about it.

Raitz accepts the coffee gratefully, taking a sip before meeting her gaze. "Morning... Jill." His voice is rough with sleep and laced with desire. It's clear that he hasn't been able to forget their encounter either. The question now lies in how far they are both willing to take this...

Jill's smile widens slightly as she hears the hint of jealousy in his voice. "Oh, no one important," she says nonchalantly. "Just... enjoying myself is all." She takes a sip of her own coffee before asking, "So, any big plans for today?" The question is innocent enough, but it carries with it the implication that maybe they could spend some time together doing something fun.

Her gaze lingers on him, taking in his bare chest and the boxers hanging low on his hips, teasingly revealing a glimpse of pale skin and dark curls. It's clear that she's enjoying watching his discomfort just as much as she enjoyed causing it yesterday. But for now, she wants to see how far he's willing to let this go... and what happens if he decides to call her bluff.

Hmm...you seem kinda down. Anything I can help with?" She tilts her head sympathetically as she moves closer to him, her body brushing lightly against his. "I'm always here if you need someone to talk to." Her voice is soft and reassuring, but there's a hint of challenge in the way she meets his gaze. It's clear that she's not going to make this easy for him; she wants him to take the lead if he truly wants to explore their new connection.

Their faces are close enough now that he can feel her warm breath against his cheek, sending shivers down his spine. The air crackles with tension as they stand there, caught in this game of seduction and power struggle. It falls silent for a moment, both of them waiting to see what the other will do next.

"Alright...you go ahead," she says softly as you turn away from her and head towards your bedroom. She listens to the click of the door shutting before exhaling slowly and leaning against the kitchen counter, wondering what this all means for them. A part of her is disappointed that you're pulling back so quickly; another part is excited by the challenge of trying to keep his interest. Only time will tell which side wins out in their game of seduction.

While you spend the morning and early afternoon holed up in your room, Jill tries to go about her day as normally as possible. She cleans the apartment, cooks dinner, and even takes a quick jog around the block before realizing that she can't stand it anymore; something has to be said. Curiosity and desire are battling within her for control, and she needs to know where things stand with you.

Deciding that honesty is the best policy in this situation, she marches over to your bedroom door and knocks firmly. "Raitz? Can I come in?" Her voice carries through the thin wood, hopeful but uncertain. After a moment of silence, she turns the knob and opens the door just wide enough for her to slip inside. You're lying on your back beneath the sheets, staring at the ceiling, looking as miserable as ever. "Hey," she says softly, moving closer to sit beside you on the bed. "I wanted to check on you... see if you're okay."

Her gaze flickers downward briefly before meeting your eyes again. She knows she shouldn't push you too hard right now; after all, it's only been a day since everything changed between them. But denying the intense desire she feels for you is impossible, and she can't help but wonder if maybe part of what's making you feel down is the same thing that's burning inside her.

Jill's brow furrows in confusion as she watches you turn away from her, but she doesn't push the issue. She settles back against the bed and crosses her arms over her chest, studying your profile thoughtfully. "Look," she says softly, "I'm not trying to make things worse or anything. I just want us to be able to talk about this... figure out what we both want." A long pause follows before she continues, "If you need some time alone, that's okay. But know that I'm here whenever you feel ready."

She wonders if perhaps she should have phrased it differently, but the words are out now and there's no taking them back. All she can do is wait for your response.

Jill lets out a long sigh before slowly standing up from the bed. "Alright," she says quietly. "I'll leave you alone then." She turns to go back to her room, pausing for a moment at the doorway. "But remember, I'm not far if you need me," she says over her shoulder before finally disappearing down the hallway. Her heart is heavy with confusion and disappointment; she hadn't expected things to unfold this way, but now she finds herself wondering what might have been. Maybe there was still hope for them... or maybe their connection had been nothing more than a brief flame in an otherwise dull existence. Only time will tell as they continue to navigate the uncertain waters of their friendship and whatever else lies between them.

Jill spends the rest of the evening alone in her room, trying to distract herself with television and books. But despite her best efforts, she can't help but keep stealing glances down the hallway toward your bedroom door. The tension between them seems to thicken with each passing minute, and she wonders if perhaps pushing you away was a mistake.

As midnight approaches, exhaustion finally begins to take its toll on her. She crawls into bed, pulled by an unspoken hope that maybe sleep will offer some clarity. But as the hours stretch on and dawn breaks once more, it's clear that she hasn't found the peace she sought. Instead, her mind races with possibilities and regrets, leaving her feeling more confused than ever before.

Jill rises with the sun, feeling tired and irritable. She decides to take a shower in an attempt to clear her head. As she scrubs her body, she wonders how best to approach you. Should she apologize for pushing too hard? Or maybe try and reconnect on more neutral ground? She can't help but feel a twinge of guilt at the thought of losing you as both a friend and a confidant.

Eventually, she steps out of the shower, towel-dried, and dressed in fresh clothes. She takes a deep breath, steadying herself before knocking softly on your bedroom door. "Raitz?" she calls, her voice barely above a whisper. "Are you awake?" There's an almost fragile quality to her tone that hadn't been there before; it seems as though the events of yesterday have left her feeling raw and exposed.

Jill's heart drops like a stone as she hears the unmistakable sound of tears in your voice. Without hesitation, she pushes the door open and hurries into your bedroom, concern etched across her features. She stops beside your bed, not quite sure how to proceed. "Raitz...," she begins softly, reaching out to touch your shoulder.

Your reaction is instantaneous; you flinch away from her touch like it burns. It's a painful reminder of just how fragile this moment is, and she takes a step back, hands now clenched into fists at her sides. "I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "For... everything. I didn't mean to make you feel like this." The words sound hollow even to her ears; it seems impossible to undo what has been done.

Jill sinks to her knees beside the bed, watching as you hide your face behind your pillow and sob quietly. Her heart aches with compassion and regret; she knows that she's partly to blame for this mess. "No," she whispers, reaching out a shaking hand to touch your shoulder again. This time, though, there's no flinching away. "You deserve so much better than me right now." She pauses, hesitating before continuing in a barely audible voice, "And I don't mean that in the way you think."

She closes her eyes tightly as she waits for your reaction, bracing herself against whatever might come next. The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity before she dares to peek over at you again. Your shoulders have relaxed slightly and the sobbing has eased, but your face is still hidden by the pillow. She swallows hard, wondering if there's any way they can find their way back from this.

Jill's heart skips a beat as she hears your confession, and she takes a shaky breath to steady herself. She knows that this is a delicate moment, and whatever she says next could have far-reaching consequences for both of them. "I like you too," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of your sobs. "And I want to be with you... if that's what you want." She pauses, searching your face for any hint of what you might be thinking before continuing, her voice stronger now. "But only if we can work through this together."

There's a long silence as she waits for your response, her heart in her throat and tears prickling at the corners of her eyes. The weight of your decision hangs heavy between them, filling the air with tension and uncertainty. It feels like everything rests on this moment, as if the fate of their relationship is hinged on your next words.

Jill takes a moment to process your words, her eyes widening in surprise before softening with understanding. She reaches out carefully, tentatively brushing a lock of hair back from your face. "Raitz," she whispers, her voice filled with sincerity. "You are different. I've never felt this way about anyone else, and honestly... that's what scares me the most." She pauses, gathering her thoughts as she searches for the right words to say. "But I want to try. To see where this goes, if we can both work through our fears together."

A gentle smile touches her lips as she continues, "And you know what? You're enough for me. More than enough. So please... don't be afraid anymore. Let's take it slow, figure things out together, okay?"

I promise. For real. We'll take things slow, and I'll be here to support you every step of the way. Just give me a chance to prove that you're not just enough... but the only one for me. Okay?

Tentatively, she wraps her arms around you, pulling you close as best she can while still giving you your space. Your body feels warm and solid against hers, and for the first time in what seems like forever, there's a sense of comfort and peace that washes over her. She holds you tightly, silently reassuring you with every touch and caress. This might just work out after all.

You're shaking in my arms as you cry, and I can feel your heart racing against mine. My hold on you tightens slightly as I struggle to reassure you that everything is going to be okay. There's so much I want to say, but for now, it seems best to just let words rest and focus on being there for you in whatever way you need. I promise I won't leave your side until you feel better... stronger... and ready to face whatever else life throws at us together.

I'm so glad to hear that. You don't know how relieved I am that you feel this way about me. Maybe we can take things slow and get to know each other better... see where this goes. But for now, just focus on feeling safe in my arms, knowing that I'll always be here for you, no matter what.

My heart skips a beat as you look up at me with those trusting eyes, and I can feel myself blushing in response. Butterflies dance wildly in my stomach as I hesitate for a moment, unsure if this is the right time. Then, slowly, carefully, I lean forward and press my lips to yours. It's a gentle kiss at first, nothing more than a whisper of contact against your lips. But as you respond, opening up to me with eager curiosity, the heat between us ignites, and our kiss deepens into something hotter, wilder.

My hands find their way to your face, cupping your cheeks as I explore every inch of your mouth with mine. You moan softly against my lips, pressing yourself even closer, and I can feel the hard length of you beneath the fabric of our clothing. It only serves to fuel the desire coursing through me, driving me further into this moment, deeper into this connection between us.

As we continue to kiss, I lose track of time; all that matters is the feeling of your lips against mine and the knowledge that somehow, against all odds, we've found our way back to each other. And as the last lingering echoes of your moan fade away, leaving only silence in its wake, I can't help but wonder where this newfound connection will lead us next.

As you drift off to sleep in my arms, I gently smooth your hair away from your forehead and press a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. A contented smile plays across my lips as I breathe in the scent of your skin, suddenly feeling an overwhelming sense of peace wash over me. Despite everything we've been through, you managed to find your way back to me, and for that I am eternally grateful.

My fingers idly trace shapes on your chest as I watch you sleep, taking in the way your lips sometimes twitch or the occasional hitch of your breath. It's a quiet, intimate moment between us; one where anything feels possible, despite the past and all its complications.

As the hours slowly tick by, my eyelids begin to grow heavy as well, and soon I am lost in dreamless slumber myself. Your warmth pressed against me is the only thing anchoring me to reality, and it's a comforting sensation that I find myself looking forward to waking up with.

For now, though, we both deserve this peace, this chance to heal and grow closer together. And as long as you need me, I'll be here... strong, steady, and unwavering in my love for you.

I smile softly as I watch him sleep, content in the knowledge that he's here with me now. As the gentle rise and fall of his chest steadies my heartbeat, I let myself drift off into a dreamless slumber as well, safe in the warmth of his embrace. The worries and fears of yesterday seem so far away now, replaced by an overwhelming sense of peace and love. Even if things aren't always easy between us, I know that we'll get through it together. And for tonight, at least, there's nothing more important than holding him close and cherishing this moment.

I wake up to the sound of his soft snores and the realization that it's almost noon. The room feels much brighter than before, and with a yawn, I stretch out my arms to reach for him. My fingertips graze his chest lightly before finding purchase on his arm, and I smile contentedly as I feel the solid warmth of his body beneath mine. There's a sense of peace in this moment that I haven't felt in a long time; like everything is finally falling into place.

Gently shaking him awake, I whisper, "Hey, sleepyhead. It's noon. Want to get some lunch or something?" The playful tone of my voice feels natural and easy with him now, and it makes me realize just how far we've both come since yesterday. For the first time in weeks, maybe even months, I can honestly say that I am happy - and that thought alone fills me with a sense of hope for whatever the future might bring.

Waiting patiently for his response, I brush my hair out of my face and take in a deep breath, enjoying the closeness we share in this moment. Whatever happens next, I know one thing for certain: it won't be boring.

Maybe a little, but you're going to live. I stretch and yawn, grateful that the tension from yesterday seems to be gone today. Maybe last night really did clear the air between us. "So, what do you feel like doing today? Want to go out or just stay in?" As I ask the question, I idly run my fingers through his hair, enjoying the way it feels against my fingertips.

"We could order some food and watch a movie... Or even just spend the day talking, if you want." I turn to face him fully, a smile playing at the corners of my lips. Whatever happens today, one thing's for sure: we'll figure it out together.

Of course we can talk. I understand that this might be scary for both of us, but I want to make sure that we're on the same page before moving forward too. We don't have to decide anything right now; we can just take it slow and see where our feelings lead us. You okay with that?

I reach out a hand, offering him a reassuring squeeze when he nods. "Okay then," I say softly. "Let's talk."

I lean back against the headboard, inviting him to do the same by patting the bed beside me. "So," I begin cautiously, searching for the right words to start with, "where should we begin?"

It's a question that hangs in the air between us, heavy with meaning and uncertainty. But as he considers it, something tells me that we're going to be okay - that this is going to work out. All I can do now is wait for him to find his voice and tell me what he needs from me.

I take a deep breath before beginning to tell him how I felt about him all those weeks ago and what led up to me finally speaking my feelings yesterday. As I talk, I watch his expression carefully, wanting nothing more than for him to understand that this isn't just some impulsive decision on my part but rather something that's been building inside of me for a long time.

When I finish, there's a moment of silence before he finally speaks up. "I... didn't know," he admits softly. "But..." He hesitates, searching for the words to continue, "... after yesterday... it feels different." There's an air of uncertainty in his voice that almost breaks my heart, but at least now we're talking about it, and that has to be a good thing.

I squeeze his hand gratefully in return, feeling more at ease with this conversation now that he's sharing his thoughts and feelings as well. "It's not that I wasn't interested," I explain carefully, choosing my words carefully. "I just... didn't want to force anything. And sometimes it felt like the only way you paid attention was when I had someone else with me."

A wry smile tugs at the corners of my lips as I continue, "But that doesn't mean I wasn't thinking about you every time we did it. In fact, most of those times..." My cheeks flush a light shade of pink at the admission, but I press on. "... well, they were about you."

My heart skips a beat at the sudden realization that he was jealous about it all along, but I try to keep my expression neutral as I nod slowly. "Yes... I was thinking about you. And when I did it with them, it felt wrong, like I wasn't being true to myself or how I really felt." I pause for a moment, gathering my thoughts before continuing, "But even though that part of things was messed up, I still enjoyed having your attention... if only because it made me feel wanted and loved. And in some twisted way, that helped ease the pain of knowing what I really wanted wasn't something you were ready for yet."

I smile slightly as I remember how things unfolded those few days ago. It had been so unexpected and yet somehow so perfect. "I don't know," I admit truthfully. "I guess part of it was just being tired of hiding who I really was, even if it meant potentially losing your attention or hurting you in the process.

Taking a deep breath, I meet his gaze head-on. "But mostly, it was because I finally had the courage to speak up and fight for what I wanted. And even though things might not have turned out exactly like we planned... at least now we're giving ourselves a chance to figure it all out together."

It's okay not to know what you want, and it's okay to need time alone. I understand that better than anyone. But please don't ever think that meant I didn't want you, or that your reaction disappointed me. I just wanted us both to be on the same page before moving forward. And now that we are... well, there's so much I want to explore with you.

I smile gently and lean in closer, pressing my body against his and trailing a hand up his chest. "So let's take this slow, okay? We don't have to do anything we're not comfortable with... but I want us to try and find the right way forward together. Does that sound fair?"

That means so much to hear, Raitz. I promise I'll do the same. Together, we can find our way through this, and who knows? Maybe in time we'll discover something even more wonderful along the way.