He wanted this. Needed it, like a man dying of thirst needed water. But when it was in front of him...

"... I don't hate you. I... I think I wanted to, if that makes sense. Because it would've been easier. I think part of me still wants to, because that's... simple."

If there was someone you hated, you could always just get rid of them- walk away, or...

But it wasn't that easy. Nothing ever could be. "Do you- are we..."