snegurochka_lee already quoted the passage that I was going to, but I'm going to say it anyway. He sniffs the air, wondering if he can smell the ink of her melting thoughts, but all he gets is a drop of sweat landing on his neck. My God, are you trying to kill me? This was ... the imagery and the closeness and the vague sense of dysfunctionality because this is a monthly sort of thing, but they know each other so well that you wonder if they could be happy without it. Amazing! Just amazing ♥