I love you. You don’t have to say it back. You already said it, in so many words. But I want you to know, I want to say it, I want you to hear it and believe it.

Quando erano uniti in quel modo avrebbe voluto essere di nuovo Anson, tornare indietro e fare tutto da capo, in modo diverso, e incontrare Jack presentandosi nei panni di un uomo differente, un uomo integro, che fosse in grado di dirgli che lo amava fin nel profondo della sua anima marcia.

Voleva dire a D che lo amava, che non aveva mai amato nessun altro, che sarebbe morto per lui o avrebbe ucciso per lui o qualsiasi altra cosa la gente diceva prima di avere riflettuto, che non gli importava di cosa gli sarebbe successo o del processo o della sua vita fin quando potevano stare insieme.

Feelings come in packs, D. Let one loose and they all want to run together.

Le sensazioni vanno in blocco, D. Ne lasci libera una e vogliono tornare tutte insieme.

Real fuckin’ close. Too fuckin’ close. Ta think I almos’ put a bullet between them eyes, and took that life that now I’d die ta save, and I never woulda known what he was in the world, and who he was or could be, and I woulda never even known what I was missin’, nor known how right it could feel just ta lay my fingers alongside his.

Get over here. We’re having intimate bed conversation and I won’t do it with a foot of mattress between us.

Maybe I could be a ninja assassin too, Jack thought.

He's freaked out. The bullets and the near-assassination and the fiery gas stations were okay, but the hand-holding freaked him out.

Jack rolled onto his stomach and clutched a pillow over his head. Sure, no problem. Testify against some drug lords. All in a day's work. Get a new name and get yourself relocated thousands of miles away. No sweat. Assassins coming after you? Check. Conscience-ridden hit men spiriting you away? Check. Hiding out in a remote cabin? Oh, got that one covered. Develop unseemly crush on ruthless hired killer? Jack sighed. I am one incurable illness away from a Lifetime Movie of the Week.