Meesei let out a sigh and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees. She reached out and placed her hand on her shoulder with a compassionate expression. "I cannot tell you who you should and should not like, nor what you should do about it. Ultimately, all of those decisions will lie with you, and you alone. I cannot give you the answers, but I might be able to help you ask the right questions. You are worried about the pain of loss, which is definitely understandable. It is something I feel as well, for all of those in my pack. If you believe that being with him would give you more pain than joy, then I could not fault that decision. However, you need to be sure that it is actually true, before deciding based on it. Imagine, for a moment, that you decided to be with Peiter. If he were captured and you saw him go through that kind of suffering, then how much worse would it be than if the same thing happened to another one of us? Imagine if you saw Tzirret undergo that torture, or myself. Would Peiter's pain be worse for you, or would they all cause about the same distress?" 

Peiter lowered his head, burying his face in his hands. "I really was that obvious, wasn't I?" He commented with a sigh. Looking back up at Tzirret, he took in a deep breath to collect himself. 

"Look...Tzirret. Just...it's complicated, okay? I'm going to be perfectly fine, trust me. I appreciate your concern, really, but you don't need to worry about me. I'm sure the pride needs more cheering up than me." He argued. He hoped he was more convincing this time, as he had underestimated how perceptive Tzirret would be while intoxicated.