It humbles Laertes, how infinitely loving Sagramore is--how he always makes Laertes feel cherished and respected; how impossible it is to doubt the depth and sincerity of his affections. How he hasn't held himself apart from Laertes's love since that night when they chose to stay with each other, except when he's tried to shelter Laertes from his pain. "Let's spend tomorrow together," he says. "Me, and thee. No one else but we two."