They are two days away from the system when Isabella notices something - troubling.
She takes longer than usual to compose herself that morning, and emerges from the living quarters with carefully measured steps, and avoids eye contact.
"Do you," she asks Lalita quietly, "have the ability to fly this class of ship?"
"I - perhaps too much, I haven't thought about it in any practical-level detail before - tend to romanticize telepathic connections."
"Well, Vulcan telepathy is different from Betazoid," he points out reasonably. "There's not a lot of romance in walking past a stranger and knowing they're probably reading your mind a little, but there's plenty of romance in cuddling up with you and letting you read me."
"Yes, I know. And you can't block Betazoids anyway. Just -" She shrugs. "Not everything is casual surface reading. If you want to be my boyfriend you should probably know that it would make me uncomfortable if you were engaging in less casual telepathy with other people."
"Okay," he says. "...How about sex, will you be uncomfortable if I have sex with other people?"
"I - am okay with it if you really want to," she says after a moment's reflection. "I wouldn't design my ideal relationship from scratch that way, I don't think, but I don't anticipate it bothering me anywhere near as much as promiscuous telepathy would."
"I don't really, really want to have telepathy with anybody but you," he says. "But I really, really want to have a lot of sex, and not always with the same people."
She pulls those snuggly feelings out of his mind into hers and likes them and snuggles their owner.