[ The anguish of having to explain himself is real. Normally this kind of thing wouldn't be worth a conversation and Dokja would have brushed it aside as just another dumb misunderstanding, but with it having already gotten this far, he figures he might as well nip it in the bud. ]

We weren't ourselves that day. Something about the flowers blooming and their pollen had us acting differently.

[ He drops down on the nearest chair with a sigh. Really, how did it come to this. ]

I like spending time with Eustace, but we're not like that.