It doesn't have to be love in the sense of, well, a relationship with someone. It c-could be with anything. An art form, a place, or even something as simple as w-well food. There's lots of different variations of love.

[ Helios pauses though at that question. His voice is dour and tinged with pain and sadness that it's almost palpable. ] N-Nothing very kind. I-I suppose I...put myself in that position though.