An interesting conversation to be had, for sure

There's a moment. I bump his chest with my head and he shakes my shoulder, paternally-like, but then starts to touch my face. My smile fades. I hold his hand and kiss it. "In another life," I say, "sure."
         "Yes. I think so, too."
         "Though I wouldn't think I am your type."
         "I didn't know people like you existed."