Come here. Let me tell you a story.
Once there was a Leader, a walking tragedy of a man. He felt far too deeply for his own good as a man in a position of leadership. But he was almost always able to set aside his feelings when called for. The tragedies manifested in an attempt to do better than before. Save more people, treat them with more kindness, love more deeply but with more caution.
And of course one day he meets a Scientist. One with not too few tragedies of his own. A man who was said to be humorless. To be heartless. It wasn’t true, of course, it never is when people say that. But he let people believe what they wanted.
And of course when they were thrown together, they found they suited each other. Though they seemed very different on the outside, they had much more in common than they had differences. The tragedies didn‘t seem to be so bad when they were together.
And one day, a tragedy occurred as they so often do. And the Leader dies at the hands of the Scientist, driven mad with an illness he found he couldn’t stop. What terrible grief! What guilt. The illness fades with his dear friend and he is left alone like he had been before. And when the Leader is revived well… what joy! What bliss.
They fall apart and come back together, pass through several more tragedies along the way and this time the Scientist dies. He sacrifices himself, leaving the Leader with words promising eternal friendship, even as he stops breathing. What terrible grief! What noble sacrifice. And when the Scientist is revived, it is only fair that his first word is the Leader’s name. It is only fair that the Leader greets him with the smile the Scientist had given years ago. What joy! What bliss. To find such perfect parallels in another is certainly a form of love.