No: your wants will, sometimes, infringe on mine. And sometimes, mine will infringe on yours. It's the nature of a relationship, right, and... pretty much all fuckin' compromise. And it'll happen, eventually, in all areas of our lives. What we do, where we spend time, resources. In politics, in conversations, hell, even in bed.

I want Aymeric, Lord Commander of the Temple Knights.

But also... Aymeric, the Actual Mortal Man Who Sometimes Wouldn't Refuse a Stiff Drink and Has His Own Wants and Desires and Probably Steals the Covers When He Sleeps.

[ Some trick of his voice capitalized every part of the second title, and he leaned in, just a little, against Aymeric's hand. ]

Life is too fuckin' messy to ever be perfectly even.

Think about it, hell. If I got sick, or injured, you'd put time aside to help me, and let at least a little of my wants and needs infringe on yours. The reverse is true, too.