her words don’t hurt or sting as much as they just numb any and all of the pain. he can’t disagree with her on that: he is, indeed, a bastard. and he knows their relationship has its crazy ups and downs, one wild, wild roller coaster ride, but he’s strapped in tight and looking forward to every turn, every loop, every stomach churning moment. as long as it all means he gets to be with her, that they get to love each other. he would do anything for that. and john wants to be the bastard that he is and say he knows, kiss her, and make everything dissolve into the night. but instead, he drops the act, just for a moment. ❝ i love you too, zee, ❞ he tells her, and of course she knows it already, it’s the most truthful thing that could ever come out of his liar’s mouth, but he feels the need to say it anyways. ❝ i love you forever, no matter what, it’s always you and me in the end, isn’t it? fate’s a funny mistress. not that i’m complainin’ ❞