Even when they fought, they fit—there was no mockery falling on soft, miserable ground as there had been with Edwin. Only the knowledge that any volley would be met and thrown back, brighter and better. Jack could have said: If there are days in the rest of my life when I don’t have you there to pick fights with, they will be the poorer for it. I could walk into any room, anywhere, and always be glad to see you there. He said: “I would take your heart between my ribs and guard it like my own. Is there any way I could make you believe it?”
