I still think about her. [ he admits to the back of his friend's skull, eyes closed ] Going back...
[ Only he's older now, more weathered and worn down. With knowledge of a life she lives without him. To go back to her when they first met — it's a fantasy.
He'll feel his head tilt a degree, his tone a little more urgent in his need to be understood. ]
I can't speak for the guy five years from now. But right now— I've already got back what I was missing.
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[ Only he's older now, more weathered and worn down. With knowledge of a life she lives without him. To go back to her when they first met — it's a fantasy.
He'll feel his head tilt a degree, his tone a little more urgent in his need to be understood. ]
I can't speak for the guy five years from now. But right now— I've already got back what I was missing.
[ You, Sam. He's got them both. He's got Natasha.
He's got people. He's got somewhere he's needed.
Maybe he's got a future, too. ]