look across the mirror, sonny

It is without question that I love Spock.

If a man like me is made of fibers - fibres, so fond - then those are the weave of mine.

As are many more difficult, insufferable textures.

Those of a man who is hard to love, because he is hard to help, because he does not let you help, because he does not let himself be helped.

and

It is without question that I love, Spock.

I cannot bring myself to ask you the same.

I cannot...

It is not in my nature.

To ask the difficult, rather than the impossible, of you.