[Zel's grip slacks, and he sits back on his legs, his head tilted down to hide his expression while he chews on the question, uttering an unsteady sound while he's fishing for words. it's not that he minds, it's just...]

I don't know if...it was just one instance. [his chin tucks a bit further. damn - he should have that kind of shit written down, or at least cemented in memory, right? is he just going on a whim, here?!

no. but...fully capturing a feeling in one form, words or otherwise, isn't easy. or maybe it's not even possible! otherwise, some idiot poet or artist ages ago would've done it and that'd be the end of art.]

I've just been realizing that...being around you makes things better. And thinking about being apart...well, it's the last thing I like to think about. [he shakes his head a little.]

I don't want to go back to that. Being alone. Even with friends it's not the same.