"Oh," he says with a lift of both his brows in mild surprise. Mainly because...he's never really considered it. But of all the emotions he's learned in the past few days, he knows none are as strong as evidence he's seen from others just what exactly that means. Markus and North's embrace and their kiss even in the face of certain death--that was romantic love. Hank killing himself a little bit each day and grieving the loss of his son and ensuing loneliness without him in this lifetime--familial love.

"No. I don't think I've experienced the type of love you're referencing at this time," he admits honestly. "But--I'd like to," he follows up with, the same eager note in his voice when he'd told Hank he wanted to listen to heavy metal.

As far as Elijah goes, that's a different beast altogether, one he considers for a moment. He doesn't know her experience, but he does know that by all rights and accounts, her model is considered obsolete. Kamski clearly duplicated more advanced models of her and kept them as live-in...girlfriends? Assistants? He's not sure.

"You were his first great success. I'm certain he cared for you, but it's like you said. Only as much as he was capable. Something tells me it's very different from the way most humans express themselves. But...now you have the chance to find the kind of love you want, Chloe."

He lets his lips press together in another small smile, meant to be reassuring.

Technically, he has the same choice now too.

"For now--I'm glad we've located each other."