Deanna - the girl I wanted to spend my life with. She's dead, too. She's one of the only people I can't reach.

[Because clearly this is better than talking about why he hasn't kissed Winston. God. He imagines, uncharitably, implausibly, Winston threatening to shoot him again. It would probably be kind of hot now that Winston is built like an oak tree instead of an eight year old.

Damn it.]

I'm sorry. That you lost him, I mean, not - about the rest of it. Again.