Leareth goes out to near the water, moving carefully in the near-darkness of the city - it's lit for Quendi eyes, not human ones. He finds a bench by a fountain, and sits.
It feels like the ground is sliding out from under his feet. He needs to - reorient, figure out which way is up, form a more accurate understanding of the resources and constraints of his current situation.
One: Maitimo is in love with him. Which explains why he's so motivated to help Leareth recover; Leareth is glad to know, he doesn't like being confused.
Two: Maitimo is, right now, not getting something that he wants a lot. He's sort of not even trying to get it? Except for the part where he's there for Leareth all the time and trying to give him everything he needs. It would make a lot of sense if he were hoping - expecting, maybe, Maitimo is very good at predicting other people - that Leareth would fall in love with him, and so he doesn't need to push at all, just - wait, patiently. Quendi are very patient. But it still means there's a tension there, an expectation, that Leareth hadn't known about before now.
Three: Maitimo's support is more fragile, and conditional, than Leareth had realized. Because, like an idiot, he hadn't been thinking at all about the part where Maitimo grew up in paradise, and of course he can't imagine from first principles all the things that someone as ruthless as Leareth would have done.
Leareth wouldn't have thought to ask the question of whether he loved Maitimo without prompting, because - well, that's not a framing he's used in centuries. Maybe ever. It wasn't safe to need anyone, in Velgarth; it was a vulnerability. But Arda is different, and Leareth is different now. He doesn't have a way not to need Maitimo's help (and Vanyel's) in putting himself back together - and he's so fortunate, that Maitimo is very good, and understands what Leareth-before was fighting for, and wants to help him get that back.
The closest he ever feels to safe is when he's in Maitimo's arms. Is that what being in love feels like? It's not like Leareth has anything else to compare it with.
...It would be good, he thinks, if he loved Maitimo back. That would be a helpful shape for a Leareth to be, in these particular circumstances. It would be more stable and sustainable for Maitimo, giving Leareth so much help and support, if he were also getting the thing he wanted; it seems sort of unreasonable not to want to give him that, actually.
Leareth thinks that he's mostly that shape already? He feels very positively about Maitimo, wants to see him and talk to him, wants Maitimo to hold him when he's falling asleep. He's - confused - about whether he wants to have sex with Maitimo, but that seems mostly explainable by the fact that he's never had sex with anyone in this body. Also some of his fake memories contain - that - and then horrible things, so it makes sense for him to have mixed feelings. Mostly with Vanyel, though. There are a small number involving Maitimo but even when he was blocking off having any beliefs about reality, they were very unconvincing, and he trusts the real Maitimo utterly, so it really should be fine.
A sensible next step, Leareth decides, is paying more attention to his actual, current feelings about Maitimo over the next couple of days. He gets up and heads back to his room.