I always think about a headcanon of Haise being so preoccupied with peeking at Touka over his book that he doesn’t realise he’s pretending to read an upside down book and Touka just thinking to herself “I’m in love with an idiot”
“Externally, things always go badly with me, because I don’t love it (the external), I take no account of it, I don’t give it the required importance and demand nothing from it. Everything I love changes from an external thing into an inward one, from the moment of my love, it stops being external.”
Marina Tsvetaeva, in a letter to Boris Pasternak written c. October 1926
