Leif (thinking): All this time . . . it made me so happy just to be near him . . .
Learning about weird foreign ideas . . . Listening as he got clearer and surer with his Sønska . . . Feeling warmer when he paid attention to me. Sure, I wasn’t going to be his — but at least I knew he didn’t want to be anybody else’s.
Deal with it. Whatever he says. That’s what you get–
Thorn: So, I–
Thorn: I — I like you, Leif.