I know. I'm sick of it too. But... we can't go back to what we had. I can't go back to being that man. I keep slipping up, starting to fall back into being that man. But I'm not the fucking hotshot magician anymore. I haven't been for a long time, really. Not since the night you died. And you've changed too. You're not that same showgirl either. That life, that was literally a world away from where we are now. You and I, we were always fucking explosive and you know it. But the stakes are even higher here. Even with that... I don't want to go back. If I had the choice, if there was a way to keep the Seal from ever sending us back, I'd do it in a heartbeat. Not just because of Andrew, either.
It's not your doing. It's just my fucked up issues making things harder, just like always. I know apologies can't fix it, but nothing really can. I just... I needed time. It was too much all at once. But I still should never have said any of that to you.
I don't want to lose you either, Ginger. You're still important to me, still someone I care about and want in my life.