That you and I.. You and I will find a way out of this mess. You, my tarnished knight, and I, your broken little plaything. God, Chuck, is it ever going to be simple between us? I still see you sometimes, looking up at my window, looking dead in a hospital bed, looking resplendent and forlorn, peonies in your hand, with the Empire State as your throne. You left after two minutes. The point is.. God dammit, the point is I still see you sometimes, and it breaks my stupid little heart. It wouldn't be my world without you in it.