[At that expression, most of Guy's anger just bleeds away and he sighs.] I'm sure that a few years ago, if you'd asked me if ever being without Luke was an option for me I'd have told you "not a chance in hell."

You're right. Things are different now. And they might be different a month from now, a year from now, ten years from now. We might get sick of each other, or just lose interest; it happens, to the best of people and the worst of people and people who seem like they'll never be apart. It just does. ...I just don't want you to be afraid of it happening, for your sake or mine.