Loving someone, to him, means nurturing. Sure, there are plenty of grand romantic gestures, and small, thoughtful moments, and he loves showing his affection in those cheesy, cliche ways, but what means the most to him is the mundane. He watched, as a child, as his father silently always had his mother’s favorite tea waiting for her when she came home from work, the gentle touches in passing conversation, the way she’d bring home an old, odd book she’d noticed in the library, because she knew he’d be interested. It was always so normal, and yet so beautiful. He hoped he’d be able to manage the same, someday. And it’s easy, he realized. It’s easy to care for someone when you love them so much, because they become a part of you. It became a lesson that he hadn’t realized his parents were teaching, until he had Andromeda, and he had the chance to care so wholly for someone else. Love is healthy when it’s equal; when you realize how easy it is to love someone else, you realize how easy it is to love yourself, too.