_{[Heather's not usually one to take physical affection, either. But when he slips his arm around her, she leans against him, letting her head rest against his shoulder in silence for a few moments.]}

... It wasn't long before he died that I'd started trying to shape up. If he'd lived, we would've... I would've been better.

... I just shoulda learned, y'know?

Meeting him here could've been... it could've been a second chance.

I just... waited too long.