He's so cute. Cannot imagine touching him, but his m i n d is a thing of beauty.

I fall in love with minds. Is it weird? You tell me. I can feel him, bright, a beacon. I try not to look too directly. That spark of contact is an indulgence, and a slightly improper one, at that.

I can see him feeling me, too. Maybe as a source of light as well - especially bright student - maybe differently, when I try not to watch those expressive hands. There's no fulfillment, nor can there be, but the desire is real enough, there enough. When he goes off on wild tangents of the intellectual, I'm there, right behind.

It leaves an awkward silence afterwards, with a side of 'what just happened' for those witnessing. To that, I am used. It's not a first time.

Quick-witted. What a pleasure to meet him - stretch my mental legs, go for a run just because.