“They looked at each other from across the room. Eight feet of apartment air. Afternoon light coming through the open window. The chai he'd made still steaming on the coffee table. The Rockstar poster on the wall, Ranbir perpetually anguished and romantic. The bookshelf. The desk buried under books. The small, complete world of a man who had built his whole life around words and was now standing in the presence of the one person who had made all his words inadequate.”