Do Not Go To The Vulcans For Council, For They Will Tell You: "Go Do More Research."

"Sankra, you should know I'm super bad at this, but I've got to say it anyway: It doesn't work like that. There are no 'Happily Ever After's, not outside of fairytales, and we both should realize by now that this isn't a fairytale. I want you, gods know I do, and I know you want me, but relationships are work, they require trust and compromise and communication. You have to realize that I don't want to be my brother's substitute: not-that-I-think-I-am!" I rambled on and blurted out before suddenly realizing we were both naked. "GHA!" I shouted covering my groin.

"Pex? You're right, you're super bad at this. No wonder you struck out even with Linda 'Slut-Kitten' Trask! But be-that-as-it-may, I know all that, and I also know you knew my soul name without anyone telling you, least of all me, and I know yours. This is meant to be, we can fight it and be miserable, or embrace it and be happy. Relationships are work, yes: no, there aren't any 'happily ever after's in real life: I'm willing to do the work if you are, I'm willing to pledge to 'in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, for better or worse, foreswearing all others, till **** do us part': if you will do the same..." Sankra said, laying it all on the line...