[Eun pauses then, to look up from her pages. Asil has said nothing to her poems, but then she likes that she can read more than one without having to discuss each of them.

This is the sort of quiet companionship she had wondered that they might slide into as easily as everything else. Perhaps, for that reason, she takes her time to admire him again, working quietly and listening to her share. Perhaps, for that reason, she decides on a poem of softer things. Eun flips between pages, some of them dog-eared, and when she speaks this time it's not to recite.]

Pick the next one? Or two. I'll give you the titles. "electric bodies," "sun & moon," until you," or "dear future lover."

[No doubt he'll sense the shift in theme.]