I feel sad. No matter what he's said, I still feel sad and I want to cry because I'm losing him at the time I've actually found him.
"If I asked you to stay, would you?" I ask later as we're standing by his car.
"Maybe I would, but I don't think you'd ask me. But I swear to God that I'll be
on the first plane back if you ever need saving from anything..."
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