It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
I like to think in his younger years, pre-scout, spy was a bit reckless and enjoyed living on the edge sometimes. After the baby predicament is when he donned the mask and became more formal and uptight, maybe as a result of the shame he felt.