[ he smiles even without knowing the joke. he understood how something inconsequential like that meant all the difference when you were missing someone with your whole heart. ]

I wrote about... everything. She would have loved the City. I often wished we could switch places, if we couldn't be there at once. But now I'm here and I got to tell her all about it anyway.

[ which is really, even better than being home and forgetting the best two years of his life. ]

So as much as I hate it when people say something like this... it's. Um. Things do work out, in the end. Almost always.