Winston scrunched his nose up, his patience over the whole situation worn thin. He pushed himself off the end of the bed and went to sit cross-legged in front of Romeo, leaning in to give him a kiss. He had no idea about Yoga and pretty sure he would be completely crap at it, but he liked watching Romeo do it... for various reasons. "Can't you just, I don't know, try to let them see how you really are?" he asked, even if it was a stab in the dark. He didn't really know how to fix any of this. He felt like he was stuck in the middle of it all, but he couldn't stop being pissed off at the girls lack of enthusiasm that he was happy.

"Yes, it counts. It counts more than anything. That's my whole point," he lamented with a huff and laced his fingers through Romeo's with both hands. "When was the last time you didn't do the Yoga routine before bed? I can't even use my sexual prowess to get you to ditch for a night because we slept together before it," he added with a laugh. Romeo had a lot of little rituals, and Winston understood why but he still asked the questions. He still wanted to know so he could know Romeo on a deeper level.