It was Poe, standing there in front of him, with Poe's voice, but all Maxwell could think of was Dorian. All the jokes the man had made; how often he'd told him it would never work, even as he was reaching out again...

How really, he should have known from the start as well.

"Funny how those mixed messages can get lost. Be happy with me, but not too happy. Never forget you're my second choice," he said, more lame than angry, shaking his head again.

Turning, he started to step away.