[ When talking about these feelings - twisted and conflicting and ugly - why is it so hard for his face to show his true feelings? He feels another tug on his lips - up? Down? He thinks it’s another smile, but his brows are furrowed and his eyes feel hot. ]

That’s just it. If I could tell him these feelings, just tell him what I think - but it feels impossible. I just can’t.

[ He stops, makes excuses. Another time, another day. Not yet. All the while, wondering incessantly what’s on Rum’s own mind. ]

But I can tell you and you can tell me.

[ Almost funny how easy the words come out when it’s with Mika. What is it about spilling your guts to strangers…? And he doesn’t even know - ]

Did I already ask for your name?