[ Bastien kisses his forehead—something he does plenty, dropping off this or that at Byerly's desk, but enjoys every time—and sits back a little further to smile at him. ]

Do you remember the first night you stayed in my bed? [ He better. ] You said you were going to throw yourself into the harbor. After that, that's when I knew for sure that I loved you. I thought I might, before, but if you could be that miserable and unruly and I still just wanted to be near you—no question.