Why do we always seem to be at such odds? Why do we let so many things get in the way when we both know our love is mutual and enduring? Yes, I will continue to worry about you and your seeming lust for danger, but I'm tired of the road. Being a guitar tech, no matter how high the profile, is just not what I want....
...what I want is you.
I want to come home. Home to you, the shop, the koi. Besides, Spike needs a stable home with the two of us together!