"Whoa," Janet says. This feels pretty woefully inadequate, but for at least a couple beats there, it's really all she's got. Janet's pretty sure she's never felt this way about anyone, of any gender, in any circumstances. Like, she and Eliot are a unit -- but not a he is unmaking me kind of unit.

She clears her throat and busies herself sipping rosé to buy time. Then she says, "Look, I'm not a romantic. Seriously not a romantic. I can't give you good advice on this. But do you actually like your empire? Does it, I don't know, make you feel all gooey inside? Or does... this guy?"