Yylfordt raised one eyebrow. This was probably why you shouldn't stick your dick in crazy, you either lost it, lost it. No way was he going to jump in the Ragnarok, fire her up, fly out to another city, deal with that city's airship port, disembark, find a florist, buy flowers, and then reverse all that nonsense just to get flowers for some chick he wasn't even dating.

"Why would I tell her that?" He asked, dismissively. "It's not like I've ever looked. Quit trying to hook me up with her, anyway. That cred's awkward in a place like this." If you split up you could never get away from each other. Nel and Stark had managed to stay on decent terms, at least in front of everyone else, but Yylfordt knew that if Nel had split up with him and he had to look at her every day for the rest of his life, he'd spend the rest of his life crying.

Or trying to sleep it away, like Stark already did.