[At first, Albert thought it was Jet feeling how he'd felt all these years, having to stand aside and watch the American greet death more than once, hating himself for not stopping it, for not protecting the person he cared for most, and that he can relate to all too easily.

But it's not the same monster, not entirely. What Jet's talking about is something he's thankfully (and miraculously, given his history) never experienced. Something that's plagued Albert for so many years and rears its ugly head suddenly when things become too much. It closes in, blocks out the light, and leaves him in utter and complete darkness. Jet may not completely understand it, but somehow he's always been the one to shine through. Albert lives in fear of a day when it doesn't work.

Jet apparently does too.]

I'm sorry...

[What else does he say? He's silent for a long moment trying to figure it out, filling the silence with shifting so he can hold his fiance close.]

I know it's difficult. If there was some cure, I would take it in a heartbeat, but what I can promise you is this.

[He fills Jet's hands with his own, looking his inebriated partner in the eyes white to blue.]

If I feel that I'm slipping, I'll tell you before it happens. I promise I'll do everything I can to hold on.

[He squeezes Jet's hand, the metal of the blond's ring digging into the gap between his fingers.]

It's easier with something to live for.