AN: Just if you're curious this whole story has, and will, take place in the hotel. This is my short n sweet ending. P
Gunn stood in the lobby eating take out on the table. He was polishing off what was left of the Thai take out when Illyria came down looking annoyed. He saw her in Connor's room and felt sorry for the boy, she was really pouncing on him although the boy didn't know it yet when Gunn passed him.
"Hey wassup Illyria." He called out with a mouth half full of egg noddles. She looked at him and then the annoyance disappeared and she headed for him with this cool, official expression on her face.
"Good evening Mr Gunn. What is love and what has been your past experience?" Illyria said in an almost monotonic tone and Gunn just blinked and chewed hesitantly. Illyria looked at him with an almost 'sweet' expression and he swallowed hard. There was a definite predator undertone here and Gunn knew who the predator was. And it certainly wasn't him.
"Uh… Love is a complicated thing. It's confusing and contradicting and bewildering. No one knows what it is, no one can explain it and there's no way to tell when you're going to fall in love. People who are in love don't know it because of there are symptoms or because they go to a doctor or because it's defined in a dictionary. They just know. No one can describe it for another person. Everyone has their own little way of relating to it that no one else can understand. We may have a word for it but there's no meaning for it that any group of people can agree to. So I'm not going to try to. All I can say is: Love is what you make it." Gunn said and for once Illyria was left speechless and she just looked at Gunn with her mouth slightly open.
"That was," Illyria began, taken away by his definition, and then regained her composure, "Very helpful Mr Gunn."