Love and Rockets
Ivo loved teaching. Rather, he loved students people who wanted to learn. He always paused for questions during his lectures which invariably meant he didn't cover all the material he had planned for the day. But he didn't care. He made himself available to those hungry few at the end of the hour, walking to the edge of the stage to seat himself and continue the discussion. When the next class arrived to boot them out of the hall, he strolled back to his office, a few stragglers still in tow for coffee and more conversation.
He was patient, fatherly even, but never egotistical. His was an intrinsic love of learning. He was always curious, eyes constantly roving looking for something new, noting the ordinary in life as much as the arcane. He was possessed by an inexorable drive to comprehend, to find questions for the answers he found. He read widely and voraciously and explored another's city house with as much care as he did an excavation in the mountain wilderness.
Only in one sphere was he content with the same thing day after day after day. Ivo never wanted new lovers. He wanted a permanent mate. A marriage of sorts.
"You'll get bored with me!" I warned, all too prone to wanting novelty in relationships.
"Only if you allow yourself to stagnate," he replied mildly, sketching the outline of dinosaur. "And I can't see that happening, can you?"