Halfway to a heavenly hell of his own making Zeph pulled into Moterpool One and stopped, opening his helmet's visor as he patted Bel's beautiful hands that were still laced together in front of his abs.
"Bel I miss him too, but please let go of me. If you don't we will likely end up sinning against him."
"Sorry, I didn't notice we had stopped. Zimbo told me if I get lonely to look to you for comfort in whatever way I can find it."
"We will need to talk later and establish boundaries, but right now we both have duties to perform. Mine is taking me somewhere I can't take you. Getting you shot at and arrested is far from comforting you Bel, so please let go just for now."
Bel did as asked, but Zeph felt slightly guilty about leaving her as he saw tears in her eyes as she entered the telapod terminal.