My love life is less than simple. A close friend of mine jokes about me having a "harem," even. [She blushes, her glance moving downward again. Not to his face, but to the floor.] I used to be thrown into games of life and death all the time. Those games made me grow bonds with people, and sometimes those bonds were less than platonic. I love them, I really do. But... I think only one of them would really be a suitable parent out of all of us.

[A small breath of laughter.]

I guess I really never got into that discussion with you when you were Bobby, did I? Probably for the best, heh. Even I indulged in making my childhood dreams a reality... well, it wouldn't be a good idea unless all of them, and myself, were a bit more stable, would it? As it stands, one of them can't even stand the other two. He can stand barely anyone, for that matter. [Little does she know about the alternate universe kid running around the town still. And the father is said person who can't stand most people. Wow.]