He is the sum of the chemical reactions within his body. Of carbon and hydrogen. But he's so beautiful, so breakable. She doesn't understand that.

She knows all his smells and colours and the rhythm of his heartbeat.

He's warm, the way humans are. Warm and crude.

She understands the biology of his body; the things that make his flesh stiffen and harden, what makes his body need hers.

But he's so broken inside. She doesn't understand why he continues.

She doesn't understand why, so breakable and beautiful, so terribly unimportant, he still fights.