"Okay," he says. "And where I am is, you are my favourite person and I do love you, and that's not really related to whether or not we're gonna have sex again. For me, anyway." He sighs. "And - I like people. I'm scared of them but I like them, I like just wandering around strange cities at night and being one of the people wandering around there, and I - I want to experience people, I want to pass them on the street and say hi, I want to watch movies in theatres, I want to go to a library and sit there reading books all day, I want to go to a mall and window-shop for hours, I want to go to a bar and have a stranger buy me a drink and take me home and fuck me, I want to do everything I've spent four hundred years not doing, and I can't stand giving up any of it."

By the end of this speech, he is crying into her shoulder.