"Like whether I finish this novel. I've just finished the second draft and sent it out to a few friends. In a way I sort of sent it to you too... since you know what I'm thinking about even without reading it."

"Yeah. I can. It's weird."

Neither men said it, but they could feel it. They liked this. This connection.

Marc Love thought of how he would've never ran from his wife and kid had he been connected to them the way he felt connected to Jack right there.

Jack felt this. Memories of Love's past life swam through Jack's soul. It felt like the intimate discomfort of someone pushing too far into your bellybutton. Marc Felt Jack changing as he felt his past. Things made sense. Now JAck no longer wondered why Marc Love had done what he had done that day to that girl.

they understood each other. And they knew the world would never understand either of them.