Vaan listened intently, knowing full well that the many people he had seen in sadness were in an awful state. He would never wish that on anyone either he decided. Thomas was a good friend.
His stomach dropped slightly, as it had a few times before, and he swallowed, "I think I'm experiencing anxiety." He took his pulse and noted it was quite high. "L-love? Perhaps fondness..." he said, mostly to convince himself more than anything. His eyes moved up to look at Thomas again, "I...don't know what to do." Vaan chuckled at himself, "To love a human for my kind is...preposterous according to my elders. I don't believe in that myself, but it is very rare for a sorcerer to...love someone. I have always..." he cleared his throat, "...wanted that for myself. I don't know though. Love is tricky is it not?"