Don't know. I don't want to be like Sully and say I'm too old for this shit — I'm 36, not dead. I could see myself giving it up, though. Settle down somewhere, not live out of motel rooms and boltholes. The idea of white picket fence doesn't sound that bad, if Elena's there. She says I'm afraid of commitment. It's more like I'm afraid of getting into something and not being able to get out, even if I don't want to get out.
Because you and me, we need to find some trouble to get into.