[ Maia can tell - even though he is being as kind and gentle as ever in his instruction - that Csevet is informing him of things that are, to his mind, very basic. Common sense, almost. And yet to Maia they are small revelations. The idea that his feelings for Nurevis are as natural as his feelings for Min Vechin, that they are part of him, rather than a choice, as much as his hair or skin or height.
He can tell he is going to need to think about this, a lot. That in his quiet moments - on the train, at his job, cooking his food, laying in bed trying to sleep - that his mind will be busy with this new way of looking at love, and at himself. The freedom of it feels dizzying. But then, that fits in well with the feeling of living in this place. He can be anyone, here. Someone had said that to him, when he asked for advice on how to feel at ease making his own choices.
That someone can be a man who cooks a meal for himself and his friend. And that man can be someone who might someday court a woman, someday court a man, without need for shame or self-reflection or doubt. ]
We... envy your precocity.
[ He wonders who those girls were, that Csevet tried to convince himself he could court. He had still only been a child. What must he have been like at that age? What was his life? Maia is reminded, again how much Csevet knows about his past, and how very little he knows in return. ]
Have you ever been in love?
[ Maia blurts the words without thinking, and regrets them a second later, holding up a hand to forestall Csevet and saying in a rush: ]
We are sorry! You do not need to answer- we, we go too far.
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He can tell he is going to need to think about this, a lot. That in his quiet moments - on the train, at his job, cooking his food, laying in bed trying to sleep - that his mind will be busy with this new way of looking at love, and at himself. The freedom of it feels dizzying. But then, that fits in well with the feeling of living in this place. He can be anyone, here. Someone had said that to him, when he asked for advice on how to feel at ease making his own choices.
That someone can be a man who cooks a meal for himself and his friend. And that man can be someone who might someday court a woman, someday court a man, without need for shame or self-reflection or doubt. ]
We... envy your precocity.
[ He wonders who those girls were, that Csevet tried to convince himself he could court. He had still only been a child. What must he have been like at that age? What was his life? Maia is reminded, again how much Csevet knows about his past, and how very little he knows in return. ]
Have you ever been in love?
[ Maia blurts the words without thinking, and regrets them a second later, holding up a hand to forestall Csevet and saying in a rush: ]
We are sorry! You do not need to answer- we, we go too far.