He nods. He knows that. Gets it, in a way he might not have ever believed - and then again maybe it's not so surprising. He's always felt things deeply, trusted those feelings even when people were trying to tear them down. Not necessarily that they were always going to lead him true, or into good places, but that when something deep told him something important he should listen.

Like in the funeral home. Watching her. Trying to figure her out. Trying to figure out himself, what was happening inside him. The way he was changing, the way she changed him a little more every time she looked at him. Spoke to him.

"Even if you don't know what it is it when it happens?"