But he doesn't. He doesn't anymore. But he used to, didn't he? Something like a smile actually reaches his face. "We're good together. I try to be good to you."
But then York turns around and does all of this, waits forever to tell him. If this fails, he'll have succeeded in shooting himself in the foot. "What makes me different? You love those three, but then I'm on another level, and then North is--was--on another level? And what about Clair? Where does she fall in this spectrum of yours?"
Day 157 Evening
But he doesn't. He doesn't anymore. But he used to, didn't he? Something like a smile actually reaches his face. "We're good together. I try to be good to you."
But then York turns around and does all of this, waits forever to tell him. If this fails, he'll have succeeded in shooting himself in the foot. "What makes me different? You love those three, but then I'm on another level, and then North is--was--on another level? And what about Clair? Where does she fall in this spectrum of yours?"