[ A breath out - a little sharp, a little awkward. But his words are direct. ]

Maker, Bastien, of course I love you. [ Or - ] Rather, I feel about you so much, all the time. Maybe it's not love. But I'm altogether obsessed with you, and want to fight everyone when you're away. Which is how I feel about Lexie. Both of you. And I'm assuming that's love. It might be, instead, something completely terrible, and that's the issue; I don't know that I won't fuck you up. But you're always in my head. If I can feel love, you have it.