I like him. I understand him better than other people do, and vice versa. The things about him that scare other people don't scare me, and I don't teat him like an infant the way the others do. And he actually talks to me in a way that other people really don't. Even here. Nobody actually listens to me or tries to understand what I'm saying, or what I'm doing, or what I'm about. He does. And he likes me.
He just also loves the boyfriend he accidentally willed into existence.