[It's really tempting, to just let Denmark pull him close because it's not like Denmark is the only one who misses feeling close. And for a very brief moment Norway allows it, fingering the hem of Denmark's shirt while leaning into him.

But only for a moment, then he pulls back, keeping Denmark at arms length with a hand pressed to his chest.]

Polyamory. Means multiple loves. And it doesn't end there. Every couple defines their own rules, I guess. I don't like sharing.

[A pause, then a frown and he stares at Denmark with narrowing eyes.] Just stop and think 'bout it. I don't want ta marry ye, I don't want ta own ye. I want... [Why the hell is this so fucking awkward?

He gives a snarl, turning back to the sink and just glaring down at it.]