Trevor didn't answer.
Windstone took that as permission to keep talking.
"Start simple," he said. "Breakfast he doesn't fake eating. A walk, maybe. Something so painfully normal it doesn't feel like politics."
Trevor finally looked at him. "You want me to court him."
Windstone shrugged. "You married him. Might as well act like you mean it."
Trevor leaned back in his chair, arms crossed. "You think he wants romance?"
"I think he's never had it. And you're too capable to pretend that doesn't matter."
Trevor's eyes narrowed. "You're remarkably confident for someone who coordinates towel rotations."
"I'm also the only one who isn't scared of telling you when you're being an idiot."
Trevor didn't blink. "That's debatable."
Windstone nodded. "Then debate it with someone else. I'm off duty in twenty minutes and not emotionally equipped to carry both your ego and your marriage."
Trevor tapped a finger against the desk. "Noted."
