Not really. You could have kept flying to New York. [Well, okay, so she knocked him out with a wrench.] But you came back for me. They would have left you alone if you'd left.

[She considers this a moment.] Maybe we are. That's the only sort of thing I've found in books. Characters I could relate to. That I felt I was like, or that I could be friends with. But you're different. You're real.