Patience raised his brows slightly as he listened, touched by the vulnerability. Hope was such a sweet word, and he was struck also by the similarities between them, both worried about going through the motions and not living their fullest lives. “I appreciate that. I really do,” he said softly. “I love you too. There are some days where I have wished- well, it is a useless wish, to not be who you are, but in moments of weakness… Ah. Cannot be helped. But we do our best.” With a little smile he stroked Armaan’s shoulder.