"This question is very profound," Ralph Koch nodded silently, placing the red wine in his hand on the table.
Leaning over, he glanced in Matthew Morgan's direction, his elbow resting on the sofa, his hand supporting his head, "I've... always been loved by others; I've never really loved anyone."
Matthew Morgan glanced over with a cold look.
Ralph Koch changed his posture.
Today he wore a casual white sweater, designed with longer sleeves, which he loved to tug on to cover his hands.
He extended his long index finger from the sleeve, rubbing his nose, looking as if he was seriously pondering.
After a while, he said, "If I truly love someone, that means I'm considering spending a lifetime with them.
A lifetime is long, filled with many events.
Life or death, danger or peace... If we're both alive and life is peaceful, I'd wish to bind him to me, never leaving his side for a second.
But..."
