You think I haven't gotten shit for this? A lot of it? People going on about how great it is to be in love, and how I'll never be satisfied until I just settle down with one person, and all the how much I'm missing out on? They're so smug about it, too, like I just have to grow up or something and I'll figure it out.

[He leapt to his feet when he started talking - or yelling, really - standing over her, but now he breaks away and walks over to the window. His voice drops, both lower and softer.]

I figured it out a long time ago. Getting close is digging a hole, and you should never dig one too deep to crawl out of. Because eventually, you'll have to.