Love, friendship -- with her it had never been two different things. Him and her -- they had never been different either. If they had, all the destruction around them would have separated them. But it hadn't.

Sometimes you just have to have faith. Sometimes you have to leap first to see if your parachute will open.

What could be more than being friends? What could be more than what it felt like to wait by the phone to hear that she was okay? More than waiting to discuss every case with her?