“Alex,” Eli says, and from his tone, it’s probably not the first time he’s said Alex’s name. “Hey. I’m trying to kiss you; why are you frowning?” “I love you.” “And that makes you angry?” “No. I just…need a better word than ‘love.’ But there isn’t one.” Eli folds his arms on top of Alex’s chest and rests his head on them. “I’m not following.” “I more than love you.”
