At Least Kyle Wasn't Home.

You Know Men. We Have Delicate Egos.

In Will's Experience, When Someone Who Ought To Be Afraid Wasn't, The Reason Was Rarely Bravery. Usually It Meant That They Knew Something You Didn't.

Tessa Is Gone, And Every Moment She Is Gone Is A Knife Ripping Me Apart From The Inside. She Is Gone, And They Cannot Track Her, And I Have No Idea Where To Go Or What To Do Next, And The Only Person I Can Imagine Speaking My Agony To Is The One Person Who Cannot Know.

But They Love Each Other. Isn't That What Love Means? That You're Supposed To Be There For The Other Person To Turn To, No Matter What?

I Thought Perhaps That When You Told Me You Did Not Love Me That My Own Feelings Would Fall Away And Atrophy, But They Have Not. They Have Grown Every Day. I Love You Now More Desperately, This Moment, Than I Have Ever Loved You Before, And In An Hour I Will Love You More Than That