[He grabs a glass and wine and pours Hikaru a glass. He doubts Eames will come over tonight, but he wants to be sober for it if he does, so he abstains. Setting the glass on the coffee table, he sits in the chair next to the couch. Penrose loves the attention, crawling into Hikaru's lap while purring loudly.]

Uh, right. [He fidgets, obviously uncomfortable about his question.] How did you know you were in love? Eames... asked me if I was in love with him and I didn't know. I've never been in love before.