I know you hate it, that I've always wanted to try and stand on my own, but I think this... this time with just me, it's... it's been good for me. A big part of it is not having to deal with the apocalypse of the week, but I feel like I'm finally living for me. But I, uh. I do wonder what you'd think of all of this. If you'd be happy for me. Or if you'd be proud. Or if you'd be pissed at me for the risks I've taken, though to be fair, we've both taken our share of those. Anyway, I wish you were here, man. I know, wherever you are, you're fighting just as hard as you've always done, and a part of me wishes I could be there with you. But more than that, I wish you could be here to meet her. She's... she's great, man, I— Well, you know I'm flying blind without you, man, and I just hope I'm not screwing it all up.

Hey, buddy, I, uh... I wouldn't wish this on you, because I don't know how well you'd handle being stuck in this place, but I miss you. Like, a lot. I wish you were here.

I'd kind of resigned myself to working alone, in this place. Finding someone like you here, it's... it's meant a lot. I mean, somebody with your experience, and your perspective? That alone is rare, but then it turns out we work pretty damn well together. I'm lucky to have you.

Whatever it takes, when the real fight comes, know that I'll be there. You won't have to face it alone.

I'm sitting here, not knowing what to say to you, and I think it's because I want to say too much. And none of it would ever be enough. You've changed everything for me. We met and things just settled into place, your life tangled up in my life, and it happened so naturally it felt like that's the way things were. The way they'd always been. Like we both had room for each other, without even knowing it. And it scares me. It... I'm terrified all the time that I'm going to screw things up, or that I'm going to lose you, but I'm okay with that. I'm afraid of losing this because it's important. Because it's worth it.