"Morn. I must speak to you."
The Lurian shifted uncomfortably in his barstool as the Klingon approached.
"Do not worry." Worf took a breath, and struggled with his choice of words. "It seems I have… misjudged you. I understand now that it was The Ferengi's fault." Worf would not even mention Quark's name.
Morn shook his head nervously, worried that yesterday's tantrum could easily lead to bloodshed today.
"Do not worry. I will not harm you. Or him." Worf stated. The last statement, however, was followed by a grumble that suggested otherwise.
"Lieutenant Dax has assured me that you are an honorable confidant, and that you would never betray my trust."
Perhaps it was Jadzia's reassurances. Or perhaps it was the blood wine. Whatever it was, Worf and Morn spent the next few hours bonding at the bar – to everyone's surprise and fascination.
Morn's rendition of Aktuh and Maylota impressed everyone, even the station's resident expert on Klingon operas.
"You have performed well. I was unaware you were fluent in Klingon."
"'IwlIj jachjaj!" Worf toasted, more than once, holding up his flagon.
Finally, the two sparring partners settled down, as they discussed their great victories – Worf's, on the bridge of the Enterprise, and Morn's, in affairs of the hearts.
"THAT is a private matter," Worf grumbled, seemingly annoyed by Morn's last question. Then, he remembered why he was there. He considered Jadzia's request, that he try to open up more to Morn. Perhaps this was the time to … share.
"It would have been … dishonorable … to continue our relationship."
For once, Morn fell silent. He lowered his eyes and stared into his drink. His ears wiggled, just a bit, the way they did when he was deep in thought.
Worf sighed, fully acknowledging that Morn was a far greater opponent in understanding matters of passion.
"A Klingon woman would not behave as the Commander - as Deanna did. It was clear that she was still attached to Commander Riker."
"No, not in that way. She never betrayed me."
Worf considered how much he should reveal to Morn. He was, after all, considered the biggest gossip on the station. And he had no use for gossip. But if Morn could perform Klingon opera with such great passion, Worf realized that the Lurian must be a man with at least some sense of honor.
He dropped his voice, making it clear that what he was about to say must be kept in the deepest of confidence.
"Our respect for one another was strong. And her love for Alexander was our bond. But, it was clear that her connection to Commander Riker was too strong to ever be fully broken. And that is something I could not live with."
Worf's voice lowered once more, to almost a whisper.
"As I am beginning to move on, I cannot imagine being with any female who could not take our relationship VERY seriously." Worf could not help but let his thoughts focus on Jadzia.
"Then, when I received my new orders, to transfer here to DS9, it seemed like an honorable way for both of us to end our relationship. But I knew - long before then - that we were never really meant to be."