[Constance is quiet for a long moment, but there's a faint smile on her face.]

Both? If that makes sense at all. I fancied you, but never said anything back in school. I was too wrapped up in my particular brand of teenage stupidity. And you and Sybille were always a thing, it seemed like. There was all of that.

Then years passed, there was that night, and I - once again - ran away from things rather than face them. I suppose the rest of it's history.

I know that it's been years, and I know it's not fair to keep dropping bombshells on you. I've come in like a sudden storm and stirred everything up. But life's too short to continually keep my head buried in work and ignore what's really important.