Lee teaches you how to pronounce, asks, as always, looking slightly down through closed eyelids, watching you retell the journey of some goblins to a huge volcano.

Lee feels stubbornness and inability to take offense in you, like his sister, but this only makes you more comfortable. you repeat his head movement, lifts upper lip and grins, lick your lips, show teeth in a smile, when you continue to playfully get angry, scratching his hand.

A small, small animal that still wants to be human, but can't really talk either. He hides behind silence, downcast eyes and a gentle expression of incomprehension on his face.

In their relationship, he is for the bright — faded, bleached hair with remnants of reddish-red, he wants to be considered for his own, prowling among the crowd of potential wives. You both are nineteen, but the feeling that you do not change is like the mountains, plains and sky around his truck, which are now looking at you both through the transparent window at the table. You both always be nineteen as long as the two of you are together.

He jokes loudly in his sonorous voice, probably for the first time since they wander along thin roads in a pinkish landscape of sunsets, sunrises, real america.

Not holding back, not hiding, not ashamed of yourself.

"I love your natural scent so much, even though it's no different from small animals that seem cute, but will bite off your finger. Oh, you've done that before." In response to his words, you slightly only hit him, even though you know that he will never hit back, even if you show strength.

Desire to protect, even though you both are probably in the same position.

He just realized himself a little longer, and knows how to live with it, and preferably better and longer. A strange mixture of empathy and principles of life shimmers in your quiet voice, and in his defensive chuckles.