LOGAN: You seriously didn’t remember his name? ME: I only retain the names of people I like or want to kill. I cringe when I read that back, realizing that’s not a good joke—even though it’s true—to make to a FBI agent. LOGAN: Hope I’m on the right list. I blow out a breath, then smile at the morbid joke, now that I know he’s not taking it seriously. ME: You are. Currently, you’re at the top of the right list. It’s been a while since I smiled like I do when we talk. LOGAN: I should have kissed you.
