"If it was something you just thought would be a given some day in the distant future, would you tell me?" Winston asked, not intending to drive deeper on some of these things. It was just part of who he was, not just as a writer and researcher, but a person who spent a lot of his time thinking. About anything. About Everything. It was probably better Jude knew that about him sooner rather than later because it wasn't always an easy thing to live with. He knew that because Reecy had told him as much many times throughout their friendship, usually when she wasn't in the mood to answer any of his curly questions. He didn't think in multiple different directions to be a pain in the ass, he just always had this deep-seated desire to understand things. Or at least be able to see things he didn't understand from other perspectives. In a relationship, he needed to be able to have the types of conversations he could get lost in sometimes and to not be afraid to talk about the difficult stuff. "Sorry, I don't want you to feel like I'm interrogating you. That's not what this is. That's never what it is. I just want to get to know what makes you tick. The things you want or don't want. All that stuff. Not all at once, though. Just as we get there, whenever that is. Oh, are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck? Shitting fucking bastard cunt of a bloody fucking slimy anus virus! Why the hell am I sick now? I went the whole fucking pandemic dodging this shitting fuckface virus and it has to happen now? Ow, it hurts to swear, godfuckingdamnit. I don't feel good," he added with a soft moan, pressing his fingers against his eyes when his head reminded him it wasn't done aching.