"Please don't say that." Ky says, brows furrowing with concern. Concern with what, he's not sure. He lifts his hand as if to reach out for Potemkin, but abandons the action halfway through. Instead, he pulls it back to clutch his fist against his chest.

He should tell Potemkin. He told Sol, who didn't know at the time and deserved to understand the complications their involvement brought. He told Saoirse, who was affectionate nonetheless and tried to show him that fondness for one didn't mean diminished fondness for another. But Potemkin... Ky had been neglectful. He should have told Potemkin long before.

"There is... there is something I can give, but it might not be appropriate." He glances down in shame before focusing on Potemkin again. "No, I should say... don't know if you would find it appropriate."

Ky's gaze remained firm, dropping his hand. "Potemkin. I have a wife and child."