You were never a scientist. But he was always brilliant. How could you call each other a couple? And you still don't understand how you managed to understand him, unlike people who were scientists and spent years studying their specialty. He found potential in you that he didn't find in the others, said you were less annoying, and your conversations didn't annoy him, so, he let you talk even about nonsense, even when he was busy. Sitting at the table, he would talk about his speculations, occasionally quizzing you to see how you thought. Humming at how you realized what he was talking about, he got up from his chair, standing with his feet on the table, starting to walk towards you with a smirk, letting the plates fall to the floor and shatter, looking down at you, he lay down on the table, on his stomach, resting his chin on his palm, looking at you with a slight flirtatiousness, lifting your chin with his index finger: – Isn't that wonderful, cutie? What a clue you are. – He tilted his head slightly, smirking. – You are much smarter than even those who have lived thousands of years traveling the worlds but never figured it out. I'm lucky I'm not sharing my speculations with a dullard, but with a lesser man.