Bastien
Bastien nodded sagely but paused to say anything else about the whole situation. He wasn't sure if relationships worked the same way here as they did back in Venice. Even at home he had been an outlier, quite content to have several loves at once and not minding if they had others too. To lose love for someone was not a tragedy for him for there were always more. He did not think that perhaps he had not loved deeply enough for it to be a tragedy.
"Alternately..." He said as they turned to walk up the street (he shut his door but the keyhole was long rotted away and he had nothing worth stealing anyway, so did not lock it). "You could have sex. A lot of it. It can be healing, fun and perhaps you will fall in love, hm? Sometimes the way to the heart is not through the stomach but through the--"
He was cut off by someone passing by and pushing him accidentally, after a moment of apologies and making sure he was alright he tried to remember what he had been saying.
"...Either way, I do hope you can remedy this solution, my friend. Perhaps for the payment for the paint I could organise for you a date. I'm sure there must be a lonely man out there somewhere. Do you only do men? If I can look for women a whole new world of possibilities opens."
