We are alike, that way. Raised in solitude, but...craving companionship.

["Craving love". He isn't ready to use that word. He brushes his fingers against her cheek -- he feels better, just for being able to be this close.]

I still enjoy my solitude. So long as I know the option is there, otherwise. But you...

[It is hard for him to imagine her not surrounded by people now. He might have been envious, if he were a different person.]