At least Jonathan swearing gives him pause. Enough pause for a small moment of clarity. He has to stop his emotions for a moment, think logically. It isn't easy. Really, he just... wants a drink.

"It hurt me, every day", he explained, wanting to leave, but afraid of where he might go. "Every time we touched, every time I sat beside you. I can always feel it. It's not that you don't want me. It's that you don't really want anything to do with me very much. You can't even think of things that you love about me."

Tears were falling again, but he was more controlled this time. "Meanwhile, I can't tear my eyes away from you, and is not just about sex. Your eyes, your smile, the peaceful expression on your face as you sleep or read. In a crowded room, no one is more important to me than you, but you're engrossed in everyone else but me."

"I guess I really am the Moon, and you my Sun."