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Joey smiled at her last words. In his life, everyone he'd given a damn about had left him behind. His dad, mom, and Aunt Jenna first, then the Vanishers and Foxx. He'd learned a long time ago not to get attached to anyone or anything, because they'd probably be gone as soon as they realized he wasn't a good person.

Yet...Rose was still here.

"I had a lot of time to think on the plane, watchin' your hair grow back. I didn't come here with pure intentions, Rose. I was just here to get info from Xavier on my mom and then I was supposed to be gone. A week or two, tops. But then I meet you and...my whole plan went down the toilet. I stopped caring about the info on my mom when we started spendin' time together. I made a friend here and there." Joey says, turning over the thoughts in his mind and shifting in his chair.

"Then we all nearly got eaten by a damn island, but we lived. And I kept fallin' for you. Then...I watched you get blown to hell and back and I realized in that moment that, if you couldn't heal, we wouldn't be having this talk right now.

And I thought of all the stuff I could have said, that I should say, and all the stuff we still haven't done. Sushi. Camping. Rock Band. Road trips." Joey smiles, fidgeting a little.

"Rose, I've never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. That's no line. It's true. And if you do someday get to go back where you came from, then I'm coming with you, because I'm not staying in a world that doesn't have you in it." he finishes.