don’t you dare look down your nose at me. you’re no better than i am. you do this out of vengeance and obsession. you’re a stone’s throw from being a serial killer. whereas i on the other hand, i get paid to do a job, and i do it. so you tell me, which is healthier?
Misty came over to him, siting next to him on the bed, "I got a little somethin' for you-" She held it in her hands, having nothing to wrap it in. But she put it into his hand. "It's a pocket watch- belonged to my grand-daddy. I ain't ever really needed a fine watch like this, but, thought it could go with all those nice suits you wear."
He looked over at her as she sat down by him. He sat up when she said that. “You didn’t have to get me anything…” He listened to her and smiled as she put the watch in his hand. “I dunno what to say. I love it.”