“You know the saying about a bird falling in love with a fish, and they don’t have anywhere to live?” His right eyebrow creeps up as I keep babbling. “But imagine instead that a bird falls in love with another bird, but that bird doesn’t have wings. And the first bird’s favorite thing to do is fly, but he’s like ‘It’s okay, bird friend, I don’t mind sitting on the ground with you.’ Then the second bird doesn’t know if he’s actually saying that because he means it, or just because he’s trying to…I’ve lost you, haven’t I?”
