“That he was my end. And I was rushing toward it. I couldn’t see past him. Until I met you.” “James—” said Will. James’s blue eyes were on his, the openness in them uncharacteristic, and clearly difficult for him, breathing shallowly as he offered what he had never offered to anyone. “Take what was his. Prove you’re not afraid. And that nor am I. We have the night,” said James. “One night, before the end of the world.”
