I feel like I woke up from a terrible hang over.
Forget it. Forget I said anything [starts to walk away briskly when she mentions doctor]
[stops in his tracks when he hears her yelling at him ; he hears it all, the love part striking a nerve, but he willed it down, before turning around, and pushing her towards the trunk of the tree, raising her up against it, but somewhat forcibly] Is this what you love? A monster? How the hell can I protect you, be with you, Jeanine if I can’t fucking explain what I do when I black out?! What if I killed you? What if bring you into more danger than you are now? HUH? Do you have any idea how even more unbearable my life would be if I were an accessory to that? I’d fucking want to blow my brains out. That’s how much.
[her back hit the tree with a thud and for just a split second, she was afraid. But quickly, the fear of him turned into fear for him. He wasn't hurting her much, but he looked far more hurt than her in that moment] You won't kill me. You wouldn't... Whatever's happening to you, we can find a way to make it better, we can. You're not a monster, you hunt monsters. You make the world safer for people like me. So why wouldn't I want to keep you close by? Please... Don't...don't say that. Neither of us is going to die. Not for a very long time. You're going to get better and I'll be right there with you. And then...we can go somewhere. It doesn't matter where. We can spend the summer travelling the country and not worry about supernatural or hunting or black outs. We'll be happy.
