<div class="floatleft">(http://ilarge.lisimg.com/image/6251386/783full-jeffrey-finn.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Near Albant, New York | June 21, 2013 | Evening<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Elena<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Insecurity & frustration<br/><hr/>Something about the way she got up in his lap let him know this was going to be every bit as bad as he imagined it being. It was hard to think of what might be going on that she would need to sit like she was, to need to talk like she was. The start of her story only further served to confuse the poor man, because nothing about what she was saying seemed like a bad thing – it wasn't as if after married life masturbation and desires died off. His certainly hadn't. The addition of that last bit of information though hit him much harder. Jason had always drawn a very distinct line in the sand between Elena and her 'sisters', she was her and they were her but always different. They were each their own in their own unique way. They of course shared things, and that was okay too, but they were all distinctly different. He'd honestly never even considered the reality that those other women would be out there doing... things with others. They were their own, but they were her. Her own trouble with this, her thoughts of cheating on him, seemed somewhat appropriate despite that line in the sand that he'd drawn. The thought of another touching her body... Jason's head shook to the sides, he didn't want to linger on the thought.<br/><br/>Perhaps because of the nature of his childhood Jason could never be bothered to be believe in things like religion and God. His parents were married and had been for well over a decade before he was born, and aside from the drug business they were pretty strong catholics. Even in the darkest times his parents managed to keep their marriage whole, and so whole he couldn't appreciate the institute that sanctioned their unison as a couple he did have some appreciation for the sanctity of that union. So this whole reality that was now being dropped into his lap was somewhat difficult to wrap his brain around. “O-open?” He questioned.<br/><br/>The concept was simple enough, it wasn't like he'd never heard of such a thing. He'd just never considered it for himself. His jaw squared up and tightened. He never moved his hands to her, instead to the arms of the chair where he gripped. There was frustration there, and he was unsure if it was justified or not. Through her sisters, he knew, that she experienced things that she wanted to and couldn't always make time for herself. Did that mean that he wasn't giving her what she needed? Was this some sort of backwards way of retreating over their vows? That thought was discontenting.<br/><br/>Logically Jason knew that this had very little to do with him, but emotionally it didn't feel that way. He didn't bother trying to catch her eyes with his anymore, instead looking elsewhere in the room while thoughts stormed his mind. “Did, did I do...?” He questioned, “Or not do?”<br/><br/>Jason knew that she didn't – directly – control the actions of her sisters. When she had made the choice to let some of them go, he'd supported her in that. There was some strangeness, but he had thought that he had thought it through very throughly. Clearly he'd been wrong. “Are you not,” He didn't really know how to phrase what he wanted to ask. Satisfied felt like the wrong word. “Elena, I,” He started again, only to pause again. He didn't consider himself a jealous man, but he really never had a reason to be. Friends were friends and he was secure in the knowledge that nothing was going to happen, that she wasn't going to betray what they were. This felt like a way to skirt those edges though. Another man in his bed... His hands tightened against the chair, the leather didn't like it.<br/><br/>“I don't understand where this is coming from.” He finally managed, turning his attention slowly back to her from elsewhere. “I mean, your story, about how it happened. I understand that but... They're not you. Why would you want this.”