"I feel the same way." He placed the tablet back into the picnic basket he brought, being most careful with it. "It is quite amazing, is it not? How well we adapt to one and other. How we come from such strict religious backgrounds, and yet we are okay with just kissing, holding hands, and hugging. It confuses me sometimes, but it makes me happy more often than anything else."

His cheeks then blushed, a thought crossing his mind for a moment.

"Ilya? Can I ask you something?"