[hm. it's awkward enough to acknowledge that they have feelings, or that they "approve," as he puts it, of luca's partner, but there's an added layer to it still twisting in kiera's gut. they focus on their work for a while, struggling with how to admit it.

at some point, they drop it casually, half turned away, wiping a spill off further down the bar.]

He saw me. Without the eyepatch or the glamour. Hasn't said a word to me about it, then or since. I think I might forgo them entirely.