'I may have gone to him-'
Ahh. A wince.
'...The only task he gave me was to spread the word that Ari was horrible.'
...Oh? Perhaps he isn't as bad as I had thought. Strange, that he would do something seemingly so selfless. Pride tucked this information away, somewhat thoughtfully, and turned his attention to the rest of what James was saying. "Leo?" he echoed, unfamiliar with the name. "The Blacksmith, that sounds familiar." Mud, stone, wood, thatch--"It does sound as though you have a plan. If you wish any of it reinforced or decorated with gemstone, you know who to ask, hm?" Pride's offer was gentle. "But you can light that yourself, I know." And this was kind.
James' blurted admission regarding Tahi-shei took Pride rather by surprise. He didn't know what James meant, at first, so unused was he to romance in the caves, and it took him a moment to process it. "Oh--ahh? Oh! Err." Such eloquence. Such grace. "Well--have you asked him? I find that honesty is the best policy for any relationship, really, romantic or otherwise--assuming that's what you meant?" Pride added, as tactfully as he could.
A pause, and then an admission: "That being said, I have never been in--that sort of relationship myself; perhaps your experience will soon outstrip my own in that regard." Mercurius and Envy were the closest friends he'd had--Nassir, for a time, as well (a twinge of pain at that thought). But neither had been romantic--only close confidants. He felt comfortable with Mercy--he trusted him. Relied on him, felt safe in the lion's grove, felt content with even physical contact, there. Leaning flank to back with Mercurius felt like home, not unwelcome, but there was no romance there, no swooning or awed admiration or desperate homesickness whenever they were apart. Pride knew nothing of these things.
"Do be certain that you are happy on your own, however--I will say that--ensure you do not join with someone to rely on them. If you are happy with yourself--that is good. But if you aren't, then I think it might be hard to have any healthy relationship." This advice was a warning, really, because Pride knew James had had something with Aristotle. What that something had been, he didn't know; friendship, or something more, or even romance? But he knew that if the horse was still trying to figure himself out, to come to terms with trauma, then jumping into something more--before he was ready--could do more harm than good. "Whether you are ready for such things is something only you can decide, I think. But I hope this conversation has helped, at least a little-?" he added, head tilting.