"You are a good friend, good family. Before, back home, I just had Kal... and we didn't talk much. And I almost never talked with Kara."
Images of Jane ran across his mind, of how they had talked, of how they had been. He felt tears prickle his eyes again. He shrugged, trying to push his own thoughts away.
"I was always kind of afraid I would not measure up, so I wasted time, then here... I never seemed to have enough time to do anything. And now..."
His voice choked as tears came anyway, fighting past his control, and falling from his face as they flew.