[In the library Alma is lying upside down on a couch, book held up in front of him as he reads it. His lips partially mumble the words to whatever he's reading to himself.]
... 'I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving.' [He stops there and presses the book to his face and thinks about what he just read.]
[ooc; the poem is my favorite eveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer,
love sonnet xvii by pablo neruda. also can be over the journals too.]