"It is."

Doc returns his focus to the distant spot across the room, falling quiet as he slips into thought for a time. When he does speak, it's almost a whisper, but with that same sandpaper rasp he's always had.




"After awhile I thought about it. I'd get lonely...just need someone t'be with, to care for...someone who'd give two shits 'bout me. It'd been a few years since I lost the door, but I just...one night when I was seriously ready t'give up bein' who I was, I realized that as much as I knew you'd want me to find someone to make me happy, find somethin' to live for...you would understand that I had to be true to myself, had to be able t'live with what I'd done."

He pauses for a brief moment.

"Losin' that door...losin' you was hard. It was like...like I'd lost my wife, I just...other women didn't do nothin' for me, wasn't even interested. All I wanted was one more chance with you to make things right, just hear your voice again...and I just knew that if I went off and found somebody else I'd never get that chance, and I never would have anyway because you're all I ever wanted."