it's the early 1700s. u have a close friend and he asks about ur trauma so u say "okay well here it is. remember my dead wife? well she was another guy's wife when she and i first got together. the guy didn't mind tho bc he and i were ALSO in crazy love. when his dad found out we were in crazy gay love he killed him. so my crazy gay love is dead now which is why im raging a war against the english empire"
and this mfer goes "well this is of immediate concern for me not because of the gay thing but because at least three times now the person who loved you most ended up dead. and i am the person who loves u most rn. BUT i am incapable of dying so this means ill eventually have to kill you (???). which makes me sad"