Xavier looked over Skye's face carefully. Her writer's block could well boil down to a discontent over not having Trystan responding to her. If they were soul mates, there wouldn't be any sort of aggression invited because they were technically in each other's presences regular. Skye and Trystan would always be at the estate together. That connection would be soothe, although not acted on, so the discontent would remain. Xavier felt right now like all of this could possibly not get more complicated, however it would apparently only be the start of the complications. Extensively nightmare headache complications. But he hadn't meant to snap. He was just responding to the stress and it was always where his control wavered. He rested his hand on Greg's arm. "Forgive me, my love," he murmured apologetically.

"Sex is inherent in her. It is love she is craving. Love and companionship," he said knowingly. Which was why Skye was probably having a tough time. Her soul may knew she found it, but it would fuck her over and mess with her contentment until it got what it wanted. Greg would struggle with Trystan being with Skye, thought. At least, initially, because it would be his own inner protective mechanism warring inside him. To protect Trystan, or to protect Skye. It wasn't easy by any means.