Every Possible World

"Calla," he said.

"Mm."

"I'm going to tell you something and I need you to not analyze it," he said.

She looked at him.

"Occasionally," he said, "I look at you and feel something that I cannot quantify and I have stopped trying to quantify it. It doesn't resolve into a category. It's not admiration and it's not desire and it's not the word love, though it contains all three." He held her gaze. "It