To him, the idea seems absurd. Not having feelings for someone in the first place — he has, at least, come to terms with the fact of that — but when most of the people he's ever known have died in some way or another, it's hard to take seriously the notion of not being able to live without someone. If Laura disappeared tomorrow, well, he'd probably put his fist through a wall or something, but the world wouldn't stop turning, or whatever it is that happens in Darrow. He's not sure he would ever feel like this again, but he never expected to even once, so he's already ahead there.

"I am definitely not disinterested," he tells her as seriously as he can, reaching up to brush a loose piece of hair away from her face. "And I do like you. Like barely even covers it."