"I met him when he was newly arrived, and made him breakfast." He looks down at the brandy glass, faraway. "And he made everything feel exciting again. Novel. All the things I'd stopped caring about or given up on, I wanted to do those things with him. We started cooking together. He loves cooking. We read poetry together. I hadn't read anything in years. With him I wanted to be known, I-- I wanted to know everything about him and he wanted to know about me, and I wasn't ashamed of myself with him. He behaved as if everything he learned about me was worth knowing. He takes care of me when I seize. I take care of him when he's in pain. I don't know what to say. I never imagined there would be someone suited to me like that -- I never imagined I'd ever feel as if I were home, and it's with him. He's home."