There are many letters, many languages, many symbols, there may possibly be one— [how very strange. for someone who never stops talking, he finds himself at a loss for words. there's a sudden lump in his throat, and he's swallowing it back as she gets closer. the apprehension seems contagious. so much so, that he doesn't think to finish his sentence until his thoughts somehow unscramble themselves.

shut up, you idiot.]

...that is simply for you.

Perhaps ... one for the two of us together?

[and when he lets his mind go, he's leaning in only a few centimeters. slowly, very carefully.]