[He was trying. He was trying with every fibre of his being and Bulba could see that, plain as day, and appreciated it with his whole heart. What a relief. Relaxing a bit, Bulba smiled.

That was all Bulba needed, too. He'd already known it wasn't going to be something Char was happy about, heaven's no. Begrudging tolerance, however, was good. If something a bit more accepting came along later, great. But he saw the way he held himself despite the way his flame flickered, and he had a good idea of what it meant when Vinnie lowered his head.]

Thank you. That's all I could ever ask from you.

[Both of them had things that they did not want to lose. Both of them had already told him they didn't want to, or they were worried about it. The fact that they were both trying so hard for his sake meant a lot to him. Bulba moved a bit, just so he was sure he could meet Char's avoidant look in the eye.]

I trust you, okay?

I know you won't go too far. You can punch still him, since he's your rival. I fully expect him to punch you back, because he's still Vinnie and you're still his too.

[He smirked a tiny bit.]

Just don't do it in my room.