[ Which leads into the other internal conundrum: Day hasn't fallen in love since before he became a Sidereal, and suddenly being confronted with the prospect that he might be in love now is terrifying in a way he didn't think he was ever going to experience. Something in the recesses of his heart wants to leap up, seize his throat and tell him to run, a knee-jerk response to a first love that he could do nothing but watch slip through his fingers.

He has the sense to catch it before he does anything stupid. ]

I... [ Fuck. ] ...You're cute. Your smile's beautiful, the way you get excited over flowers is lovely. I've basically thrown up all kindsa feelings I've never told anyone onto you, and you haven't destroyed me with them yet. And...I find myself wishin' I could love you until you can find serenity in yourself.

So... [ And despite what he just said, he's not sure if he can really call this "love" yet, when he has to grapple with old hurts. ] Yeah. I think I do.