<div class="floatleft">(http://bd2d3bc3b56e110ea284-87b4cdf8cd56f5994e953e9e7664483c.r44.cf3.rackcdn.com/3138_44fe3882-d65a-4a14-b73a-651a16aa8842.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Jason Aaron Vandel (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=250173.msg12382263#msg12382263)<br/><strong>City | Date | Time:</strong>Las Vegas, NV | October 28, 2014 | 6:50 PM<br/><strong>Tagging | Mentioning:</strong>Closed, Olivia<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Dinner time.<br/><hr/>Adulterer.<br/><br/>Jason mulled that word around in his head, because in a lot of ways that was what he felt like. He didn't need to, there was absolutely nothing about this situation that made him one. Elena had very clearly given her blessing on something like this – if this was indeed going to go that route – and so it shouldn't have sounded as bad as it did. But it did, and he had a hard time shaking that. “Well it wasn't my intention to hook up with another woman,” He said with the smallest little chuckle. With the big shell shock more or less out of the way it was easier to talk about it, because at this point pretty much nothing he said could top the bomb that'd already gone off. “My parents had a very Catholic marriage. Despite the cartels and the unsavory work, they were very devoted to one another. Very loyal. It wasn't just them but a lot of the actual couples I was around when I was growing up. Until I came to America, I'd never even heard of the idea of such a thing, and even then I scoffed at it.” He explained, hopefully to shed a little more light on his situation, “It wasn't until it was a choice forced on me that I had to accept it. Last year was worse, I couldn't even contemplate actually doing anything about it. Elena was guilty though, it was something she had very little control over and I was suffering for it. So I learned to accept it as our way,” He too waved a slightly dismissive hand at what he was saying, this all felt too much like digging himself a hole. Was it always going to be this difficult? He sighed.<br/><br/>“Nothing about this needs to be awkward though,” He replied, shaking his head, “And I certainly wouldn't wake up somewhere crying over choices made.” He continued with that bright smile of his. “You've got these values that you're told are important and you believe them to be right because they're what you know, what you have seen work before time and time again. Then, to preserve something important to you, you're forced to change those values to something you don't even entirely understand. Imagine that for a moment, and you'll see where I'm coming from.” He shrugged lightly, “I've accepted the state of my marriage, I did that months ago. I don't hold what Elena does against her, I'm just not sure how to... Take advantage of it myself? The desire to do so has never really presented itself.” He paused and shifted his focus to her hands, and with the lightest of chuckles he murmured, “Until now,”<br/><br/>“As you can imagine with my... Condition?” He really didn't like referring to himself or any of the other Evolved like they were some kind of disease, but in public it was just easier, “I don't get many opportunities to sit down with beautiful women and eat dinner, let along even consider the possibility of something more with them... Or have the promise of late night flights through the desert, which by the way was only conditioned by dinner. So you have my word, you'll get that much at least.”<br/><br/>Jason reached for his own fork and looked at the plate of food before him, and then reflected on how quickly this whole situation had morphed into something else entirely. “I can't have you thinking I'm using you as some sort of... Trial process. This is just uncharted water for me is all. I'd feel much worse about that then anything else that might happen.” He cut a piece of the dinner off and held it up to his lips, “I'd hate for you to think so low of me, that I'd use dinner as a cheap precursor to getting you to bed.”