[Equius sits up and watches her. There's a vague impulse to reach out, but he's not really sure of what to do, so he doesn't. He just doesn't like that she's pulling away, and he doesn't know how to offer comfort, either. That's usually what she's so good at.]

I can't say that I've found any romance, here. [He admits this, frowning. That hasn't bothered him in the least, to be honest, though saying it aloud there is a bit of a pang in his blood pusher.] But the things I have done have been...enjoyable. I'm sure you'll find the same thing. You have an overly STRONG attachment to such romantic notions, and always have.