She listens, and bites her lip hard to prevent a snapped 'Don't Talk Like That!' about getting himself killed.
"Jay, it's not... you're not weak. It's just... I mean, how could I go around partying all the time when I've got Gail and Jane and Clara at home needing a good example? There'd be nothing easy about it. I have backup, that's all; and I really think that's all you need when you get right down to it. If you really were Mr. Path of Least Resistance, you wouldn't have tried to man up just now about screwing up; you'd be whining about everything that happened today ruining your life. But that's not you."
She set her hands on his. "I love you, Jay."
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