"Oh," is all Wilhelm can say, more exhalation than solid word. The thought that somebody you love, somebody with whom your own sense of self has become intertwined, could one day become a stranger pinches in his chest.

"It was at school. I saw him singing with the choir. He just looked so happy up there, and...I don't know, free."

Like he was floating on top of the music he was creating. Peacefulness momentarily alights on Wilhelm's expression as he remembers it. With a quiet sigh, he sinks back into pensiveness.

"After that...I looked for every excuse I could find to talk to him."

Fussing with a strand of hair that hangs in his eyes, he sneaks Kyle a glance. Then his gaze floats up to the sky, which at this hour is filling in blue. Though it's still hard to share what he'd held in the deepest privacy for so long, he feels safe opening up to the man beside him.

"I didn't really understand it at first."

The enormity of his feelings. How a brief conversation or a shared laugh could make his whole day, and somebody else beating him to the seat nearest Simon could ruin it.