. . . can it really be considered sharing when you're just doing it with yourself?
*Shakes his head*
It doesn't matter. Al . . . I've been here for eight months. And out of all the people from our world -- yours and mine -- you're the one that's stayed the longest. *Starts tearing up just barely and hugs Al tightly to him partly to hide it* I was here alone for three months, wondering sometimes if I'd just imagined it all . . . Everyone else had other people from their worlds . . . and I had nothing but memories I didn't even know if I could trust. Until you . . . You're my life, Al, literally and figuratively. Yeah, I gave up my life for him, but I'd do the same for you in a second. The memories don't matter. All that matters . . . is that you're Al . . .