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but i don't know what to give any more, she said.
he felt his throat seize up and looked to her eyes, trying to speak, i know.
so what do we do?
you tell me what you want.
what about what you want?
does't matter. he shook his head, besides, i asked you first.
it does matter..
why?
why what? why does it matter?
that would be the question, yes.
i..because that's why we're here, isn't it? and because i care about you?
do you?
i do.
how?
[silence]
right. so the difference, he said, is i have none of you and treasure all of it, while you hold pieces of all of me and treasure none of it.
that's hardly fair! how can...?
he spoke calmly--shush. now, let me finish. the question, then, is where do we go from here. you're going to try to convince me that i'm wrong, probably because you want me to be. let me tell you something, then..i want to be wrong.
so why wouldn't you believe me, then? it seems like the logical solution.
because, i've no evidence otherwise.
evidence? i'm sitting here, with you, asking you what you want--isn't that evidence enough??
no.
why not?
because you're not telling me what you want.
you're not making sense, you know that?
sure.
...
okay, he said. that's my cue. time's up.
wait..
yes?
what now?
you tell me. it's your turn. don't worry..i'm not going anywhere. i promise