"So I should tell Teresa I love her?"
"Yes." Cho crosses his arms in front of his chest.
"Even though I'm a member of the walking wounded who wakes up every morning thinking about his dead family?"
"She'll understand."
"How?"
"Introspection."
"Introspection, Cho?"
'If what happened to you happened to her, or to me, we know we'd feel the way you do."
"So if Teresa and I were together, she could empathize when I feel that way; I could talk to her about it?"
"What are you a fucking idiot? Keep it to yourself, man. Who wants to hear that shit?"