I want to believe you -- everything you've told me before.
But what the hell am I supposed to think after all this? You-- what the fuck would you think, if I did this to you -- if... if Alice or whoever showed up here. [Tightens his hold on his shirt, hands shaking] What did you expect me to do when you finally got around to coming back here? Be happy and grateful that you remembered me? Act like nothing happened? Act like I don't know who you're thinking about, who you want to be with and can't for whatever fucking reason?