"Limits we can do," one of the only things they could really begin to sink their teeth into, at least. Other things, reconciling war experiences, dealing with identity, and nuances of racism they had no way to grasp would be a different matter. In fact, he felt a little overwhelmed of where to even begin in that, which caused him a little anxiety... but he had Jack to help. Which made things immensely more manageable. Even if he would never admit that aloud to him. So he reached out one hand to grasp one of Zev's, giving a firm squeeze.

"I don't think it's our goal to change you or make you somehow right. Besides, we like you how you are, right, Jack?" he looked over at him and leaned in to press a soft kiss to his temple. In Eugene's mind he hadn't done wrong, but Jack was always the kind of idealist to assume responsibility. "How about we put the limit to if you attack us, we'll call it quits." Something that went without saying in a general sense, but maybe he was relying too much on his own preconceived notions of what limitations should be healthy and unhealthy.