Me: I have a question for you.
Ivan (with his back to me at the computer): Okay.
Me: It's just something I was thinking about last night and it occurred to me that I didn't know how you would answer the question.
Me: And all you need to give is a yes/no answer. I'm not trying to force you into a conversation about this. I just want to know fundamentally what you believe.
Me: Do you believe in predestination?
Ivan (turns around): What the fuck...?
Me: You know, fate. That we're all traveling down the road we were meant to travel. Everything's laid out for us. Can you boil down 'yes' or 'no' whether you believe in that or not?
(What followed was his half hour long thoughtful, off-the-cuff articulation of his views on predestination, the existence of God, and the nature of the universe while I listened.)
Me: (pauses) You know, I forgot that about you.
Ivan: (raises his eyebrows inquisitively)
Me: I forgot how you can TALK like that. You explain yourself so well and you're so thoughtful. I fell in love with you while you were doing that. I forget that you can do it because we get bogged down in these mundane conversations about going to work and the baby and what's going on today. I just forgot how much I love to listen to you.
Ivan: (ducks his head shyly and laughs)