600 hours: I awake on the pallet I have installed beside Mollari's bed. After one night on that heavily brocaded monstrosity (stuffed to bursting with the feathers of some indigenous human creature, if I am to believe the computer on such matters) I brought this woven mat from my own quarters and established a sleeping area on the floor, marked at all four corners with the traditional red stones of homeworld. I have thus narrowly avoided the plague of insomnia any further attempts to sleep beside Mollari would no doubt have brought.

800 hours: The students assigned to study Mollari today are citizens Ta'lob, Ta'quim, and G'ral. They are among the more stubborn of the youngest generation of my disciples, and are in some ways more willing to accept Mollari as a part of my life, despite the fact that they still insist on fighting the Centauri here on the station. The truth is, they find Mollari fascinating, and I think they view our relationship with the same sort of horrified fascination that leads them go for the throat.

They have accompanied him on his diplomatic rounds today, both absolving me of the responsibility of sitting through yet another interminable meeting with Vir's accountants and avoiding me the opportunity to keep up with my Minbari martial arts. The incense is Minbari traditional; that the smell bothers Mollari is merely a fortunate fringe benefit.

1600: My classes concluded ahead of schedule today and Mollari and I find that we are alone together for very nearly the first time since his return. The constant parade of well-wishers has only just dwindled, and my students, ever more demanding to witness just what it is about this Centauri would send their blessed leader G'Kar (I say this with the utmost irony) so blindly and dramatically in love, are around all day. They agreed to a change in curriculum including some field work with Mollari, and their presence serves as well to increase his security, as every Narn that follows us is a trained soldier with whom I would trust my life.

Meanwhile, they are driving me quite nearly out of my skin with a need to take Mollari alone, to throttle him and have my way with him as I have not had for far too long.

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And now I shall do so, computer, as Mollari has arrived home on schedule and our time is upon us at last. I have even showered with Mollari's very own soap for the occasion.

Cease recording.

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Babcom flashes with an incoming message but G'Kar ignores it, his attention, very decidedly, on other matters.