"Happiness isn't always the best way to be happy."

- Judith, Where the Wild Things Are

He is standing on one end of the train station and she is standing on the other. He walks toward her slowly, and with each step he is both closer and farther away from happiness. He wants to give in, to just live a life and be happy with her but he knows that it would kill him to leave Ellie, Awesome, Morgan, even Casey. So he knows he has to put the ticket back into her hand, even when her lips on his feel like warm raindrops.

OR

He is turning his back on her, leaving her crestfallen in his wake and with each step he is both closer and farther away from happiness. He wants to protect everyone, to be there to save the ones he loves and the ones that he doesn't even know. When he broke, there was no one there to pick up the pieces until she came along. Now he can be that for someone, anyone, everyone else, and that thought makes him want to smile. But each sound of his shoes slapping against the cement of the platform makes him think that he's leaving the best thing that ever happened to him, his one true chance at real happiness, but he doesn't know how to turn around.

OR

She is standing on one end of the train station and he is standing on the other, and she watches him walk towards her and she sees her happiness both approaching and retreating with each one of his steps. She is happy she has finally given in to him, finally admitted to him everything she ever wanted. Admitted that he is more important than spying, than the CIA, than everything. But as his shadow begins to reach her, she wonders if she'll ever be able to forget about all the lives they both could be saving if they stay Walker and Bartowski, instead of the Calderons. She wonders if it will ever eat at her, and she tries not to answer the question.

OR

He is turning his back on her, leaving her crestfallen in his wake and she watches him walk away from her and she sees her happiness both approaching and retreating with each one of his steps. An unfamiliar feeling rests in the vicinity of her gut, torn out and splattered on the platform. She doesn't think she will ever be happy without him, without his kind smile and earnest eyes, in her life. But as he walks away she remembers, even if it is coldly and bitterly, why being a spy made her happy in the first place. Helping people who couldn't help themselves, or didn't even know they needed help, and she wants to die and live forever all in that same instant.