“I love you, Lor. I don’t regret any of it. And that… that helps. It helps me accept what”—his breath shuddered out of him—“what’s going to happen. It was all worth it. I love you.” They weren’t words that vints generally said, but I could hear—and feel—the meaning behind them. They were special. So I got enough control over myself to whisper back, “I love you, Jugs.”
