I told him. Told the hubby, too, once I got home. There's enough secrets going around this place without making more just for shits and giggles.

[ The combination of don't want him getting hurt and the little flicker of insecurity from before give Aranea enough of a clue to work with, so: ]

He seems like a good guy. Patient, too, if you count a high tolerance for assholes who never met [ she's literally shaping her mouth around an alien before she remembers the words he used and changes tack ] a non-human before. I offered him popcorn. It's probably a good thing neither of us were looking for romance.