He hasn’t found many people who get that. Who let themselves go that deep, so far, that the way you see the world is through a filter of ‘us’ instead of ‘me’.

He listens to the story and his heart aches for her. It aches for him, again. It makes him want to wrap around Jacobi and shake him. It makes him think of a moment on a space ship so different from this one and saying goodbye and knowing-

Knowing he has one thing he wants and nothing else mattered.

“Do you think she understood? How you loved her?”

And so she doesn’t feel alone-

“That’s the part that killed me, really. In… the figurative sense, here. Maybe in the literal sense. Hearts are funny like that.”