"Maybe not," he murmurs, and his smile widens just a touch as his fingers continue to slide up and down the line of her jaw, just the lightest of touches. No, maybe he doesn't know. Probably he doesn't know. It might be something he'll never understand at all, one of those things that's simply too big for him to get his head around. She says he's smart, but that - like the way he looks - is something he's simply never thought much about except when he was being told he wasn't. So the idea that he might not understand something is familiar to the point of being comfortable.

With something like this, that's okay. He's not sure he needs to. He can believe her just fine without understanding it.

He can have faith.

"Maybe figure it out, eventually."