“Why are you wearing his sweatshirt?” “Because it’s the closest I can get to him right now. I’m falling apart, and I need him―” “You can’t just use him like that, call him whenever you feel like you need him—” “Damn it, Scott!” Jack shouted, his hands fisted in his hair. He spun, gasping, and glared. “Damn it, I’m not trying to use him! I’m trying to bring him home! I just told Leslie that I couldn’t be with her because I’m in love with Ethan! And, because he’s it! He’s the one for me! I want to grow old with him. Spend forever with him. I want everything with Ethan!”
