Disproving Calculations - Part 1

Surprise! Or: The Calculation

I absolutely regret saying this the moment he starts speaking.

"I know, that kissing is a way to show affection of several kinds. You confirmed my assumption, by saying you liked me the way, that makes you kiss someone. You mean kiss someone like you kissed me in the hospital?"
Talking. So. Fast.

"Yes?"

Jesus, what have Angela and Hodgins done to him, that he thinks they couldn't help him with that questions? Answering all these questions takes away most of the excitement, I fear. I'm not sure if I want to let it go by now.

"All the data from what happened speaks for that it is a fact, that you like me. Everything. But it does not concur with my calculations."

"Your calculations?"

"After them, it was most likely that I would find someone I really like, who likes me, earliest in 8 years, probably at work."

"Why?"

"Why what?"

"Why would it have to take that long? Why do you think you could calculate... that?"

Jesus. He calculates everything. He tried to calculate love. It was about time, that somebody understands this genius. And teaches him a lesson.

"It's based on my experience, the way I seem to appear to most women, how much relationships normal people have, how many I had compared to that..."

"Okay, stop."

"What?"

"You cannot calculate things like that. Because for that, you'd have to calculate humans. Every woman you would ever met in your life, that's impossible."

"There are standards and statistics..."

"Yeah, but, you see... You were wrong. Or let's say, you were lucky. Maybe, it was unlikely to happen. But I'm right when I say it wasn't impossible?"

"Almost impossible."

"See? Not 0%. And that's life Zack, you can't calculate that."

"I know now. But I tried."

He looks at me, as if I had destroyed his world.

"You're okay? Zack?"

"I don't know how to do anything of this, I never know what to do. You know, I have no idea, how all this stuff works. I'm only here, telling you all this, because Angela said, and this was the only thing I could understand, as she knows you for longer time than I do, I believed her, she said: 'Just talk to her, tell her the truth. I'm sure she will understand.' I think she has big confidence in your understanding of people... of me. After you kissed me, when the drugs were out of my system, I realized what happened. And I couldn't understand. And it scared me. I wouldn't even talk to you, without Angela."

"I didn't want to scare you. I wanted to show you, I'm there for you. Because I like you, the way you are. You don't have to know how 'it' works, nobody really knows, I guess."

"Why are you so different than any other girl or woman I've ever met?"

"Um... I don't know? Sounds like that's bad?"

"I just can't understand."

"But I'm sure you will learn to understand me. If you'd like to spend more time with me. Like I learn things about you. Did you understand every girl you ever met?"

"I understood enough... It's mostly: 'You're cute, but...' and 'we could be friends'."

"Oh." Silence. "But you are cute."