I slipped back into the room after teaching a children's class. Quietly, into the row behind him. A minute later he passed me a sheet of paper without saying a word. And it was a moment. I'd forgotten the paper and I needed it at that very moment, and he made me feel cared for and supported. My happiness and then pang of longing (not for him, but other moments) were both ridiculously over-reacting to the situation. But nevertheless.