Harvey wasn’t exactly sure what was wrong with him. The odd heart palpitations whenever the new farmer was around, reallocation of blood to his cheeks, almost incontrollable laughter at any given joke they made. He was certain he was sick, or at least losing his mind. He had never been in love before, never found a person that could utterly knock him out of his comfort zone. So why did he find himself buying fresh flowers for his office in anticipation of your next appointment? As he hits the little hammer on your knee, he feels himself blushing again. “You’ll have to forgive me, I believe I’m a little ill myself.” He doesn’t understand why you can’t help but laugh.