He can't judge Toby for that. God only knows, Dorian's the same way. He's remembering back to all those months ago, when he dated Kate Bishop, when as soon as she dumped him, he flitted to the arms of someone else, someone he had wanted and had been longing for all that time. (He's not going to tell Toby that, though. Somehow, talking about exes seems like it'd be a terrible idea right about now.) Dorian's calm, hands wrapped around his cup, staring vaguely off into space as his mind puts together all the pieces.

He's going to forgive Toby. Of course he is, this is Toby, Dorian would do anything to keep Toby safe and keep Toby near him. But a little part of him is always going to wonder what would happen the next time they had a spat, if Dorian would be the one to flit off and fuck somebody else, if this would even recover.

"I understand," Dorian says, after a moment's pause. He loves Toby, he wants Toby, he wants to be near him. But if someone else showed up here, someone who he loved...he honestly didn't know what he'd do. That's how Toby was feeling, right? "It's reassuring to know that we're both terrible at monogamy," said with a little small smile, a weak laugh, Dorian trying to show that everything's fine, really, he trusts Toby, this won't happen again.

Hopefully this won't happen again.