Said it first? Ah... Hmm... [no, he thinks not, but then again, that's a terribly unromantic thing to say! And not exactly truthful, because he knows himself and well. Hector and he have their similarities, even if Everett is more experienced with himself. At. Times. Not always.]

L, like you... it would have spilled out of me, eventually... this place has a habit of. Of prying my secrets from me... [which he likes? A bit? It's certainly liberating, to get to just admit such feelings. He's gotten to indulge in so much open and honest love, while here. It's miraculous. He should be learning not to shy away from it.

He's glad he didn't, this time. He's glad he didn't let Hector convince him into moving past the confession and playing pretend it hadn't been said. This is much, much better than that.]