Not counting ghoul love. Unless he got himself one, he wouldn't quite understand what happened there, but he had the ideas now that he had seen Chiyu first hand. But, that wasn't the more important part, was it? How did he explain that Connie was important when his past had constantly showed him otherwise? "I'm also not that kind of person." Maybe in another universe, he would have just come home and carried him over his shoulder, but in this one?
And then there was that question. The one that drug him to a halt. It wasn't because he'd been there, it wasn't because he'd been easy. There had been something attractive in his attention, the way he just talked on and on to fill the silence. The time Tristian had come to him after Cian's first trance in New York. But there was another taste there, one he wasn't sure about whether or not it was meant.