“—which means you can handle pretty much any weather—” He paused mid-gesture, his hand dropping. “God, I’m sorry. I’m boring you to death, aren’t I?” “Not at all.” I shifted to face him properly. “It’s delightful to see someone so passionate about something.” “But you haven’t understood a word I’ve said.” “That’s irrelevant.” I smiled, hoping to ease his sudden self-consciousness. “I may not follow the technical details, but I understand the feeling behind them. The way you describe these boats… it’s like poetry.”
