[Despite the possibility that he may warp his frames irreparably, he holds his hand over his eyes a moment as it helps somewhat to blot out his surroundings, just for a bit. While it is kind of nice to know someone can commiserate with him, at the same time that's not such a great feeling, either.]

... Sorry. That we're in the same boat, I mean. Uhm. Yeah, I guess I shouldn't— Erm. [And he drops his hand to his hip, allowing his glasses to fall back into place. He makes a contemplative sort of sound, then, as he considers what he's said. He certainly describes love in a more positive way than Conrad had.]

I don't suppose we can actually make the decision to fall in love, though. Love tends to be something that just happens to you, right? It's not like we choose to continue loving someone. Or I'd guess, anyway, I don't know.

[It's not like he's been in a romantic relationship, himself, so he can't speak from experience.]