Hm, but it's not the same. It's like...someone who loves me...but even if I love them, I can't love them properly...

Does that make sense?

[He continues stroking her hair missing the person who loves him. At least he knew he could feel. That was something he wasn't sure about for a while.]

You're going to be just fine...

[More fine than me. Please, if you're not, I don't know who will, he thinks.]