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 death do us part': if you will do the same..." Sankra said, laying it all on the line...