As Benvolio listens to Sagramore talk, a strange feeling settles over him. It's as if some anxiety he never dreamed he would be able to be rid of finally lessens, a lightness that seems to fill every part of him. He doesn't even know if he fully likes this man, but just listening to him talk about the man he loves like this -- so openly, so fully and completely, so caring and loving and full of joy -- Benvolio doesn't have words for how he's feeling.

"And you met him here, he was not someone you knew before?"