Art started popping whatever items caught his fancy into his mouth; a cube of melon, a slice of orange. He was halfway through a room-temperature piece of bacon when Emrys spoke. Art finished his bacon before replying.

"I know what happened," Art said, tone thoughtful, "But I'm not sure I know why you want to leave her."

He didn't have jealousy attached to Emrys' wife. They were both married, after all — maybe she was jealous of Arthur, but it would be hypocritical of Arthur to feel that way when he was sure he loved both Desdemona and Emrys. The loves had different shapes, maybe — but they were both romantic, and he loved them both.