"I don't want anything from you, Kate," Bod said, shaking his head. "I want you. I want you to come back. That's what I want. And I didn't want you to run down a list of facts to tell me that. I just wanted you to tell me you'd come back. That's all."

Bod looked at her, knuckles turning white with how tight he was holding the door. "I don't want facts or a list. I just want you to tell me I'll see you again. If you get hurt, that hurts me and I'm not into that idea."

Her words were still very fresh in his mind from that day.

"I understand your friend's important to you but I don't know him. I know you and you're the one that I'm worried about. Knowing the facts, that just doesn't make me less afraid. Worried."