[ he takes another drink for this, because even if he is willing to offer this to her it's still strange. it buys him a moment too, to try to put his thoughts into words. (another thing they have in common, though maya is often the only who sees it here when he chooses to speak from the heart and not from his polish, practiced lines). ]

That's right.

We're something like a reflection of one another. We're both isolated by different circumstances and what we feel and what we don't feel, manifests differently, you could even say contrarily.

The first time we spoke I wanted to push him until he acted. [ until he broke. ] Because I saw in him what I know exists in me.

[ a void. a yearning. something seemingly insurmountable and gaping. ]