"It's on my conscience. But thanks for saying that." Of course it would be on his conscience forever. It had to be. He had no idea what else he could have done, but he should have tried. At least he could have gotten some magazine to print his ranting, just anything. It might have given him more of an edge now. But after the way Harrison ended things and then James' rejection, he felt crippled. He was at a loss. Hartley smiled at James now, in spite of everything, because he was here and he got it. He wasn't trying to get rid of him any more.

"I missed you a lot."