“It was like yesterday you were that blonde, straight-haired aussie who biked many miles just to attend his first band practice, and even got teased because of his shirt. It was like yesterday Michael called you and asked if you wanted to be in the band, and you said yes. So much has happened yet you’re still the same. Thank you for everything. Happy 21st birthday, Ashton (even though you act like a five year old sometimes).”
Beckett: It’s time to say goodbye. Castle: I’m not leaving. Beckett: Castle, you promised that you would help me with something when the time came. This is it. Castle: Beckett, no. Beckett: Please, Castle. Please don’t make this any harder than it needs to be. Castle: I-I wish I could kiss you. I wish so many things. Beckett: No. There’s no regrets. All in all, I think we’ve had a great run. You should go. Rick. I love you. Castle: I love you, too.