[ His mouth twists to one side in obvious displeasure; he knows she's right, but he doesn't like having to admit to himself that it's impossible to save everyone. Too many people were caught up in the story because of him; that's bad enough as it is. It's even worse that people died in the process.

Maybe he deserved to be thought of as a murderer, someone who destroys lives. Maybe Casey was right and he treated everything like it was his playground. Just because he personally doesn't think so doesn't mean that's not the case.

I hope that Casey and Saga can settle back down after all this. Working for the FBI has to be crazy, but it can't be as crazy as all that, can it? ]

So... you met him when I was- not there. [ Something in Alan's eyes darkens at the thought. ] Did he hurt you?

[ If he did, it's one more thing that he can blame himself for. ] It's enough. You're more than enough, Jesse. [ As always, he hopes that his words and his kisses are enough to tell her how much he values her and loves her. ]

I know she did; it's just that sometimes, it's hard to actually believe that she could have loved me. It's hard to believe that you could love me.

[ His gaze falls to the surface of the table then; he's not looking at anything in particular, but then he feels a light brush against his cheek, and his gaze instantly returns to meet hers. ]

... Okay. [ He looks at the plate in front of him, and he wonders how much more of it he can eat. The least he can do is try, anyway, so he takes another forkful and makes himself eat it. ]