“I just lost so much time. I’m starting over, Jake. I’m not—it should be someone else. Someone like Dean. Four hours is nothing.” “That’s not what you said the day we met,” I remind him. “I was bitching about losing seven years and how three weeks was nothing, and you said three weeks was amazing. That three hours would’ve been amazing. So shut the fuck up. You’re starting over? Well, so am I. We can start over together.”
