[ He remembers, he remembers the sadness in those big burning eyes when Hellboy had spoken of it before and now he sees it again, and it makes his heart ache. Even more so when Hellboy suggests he can't give Jacob what he wants. He forces himself up and off the table, wobbling slightly as he comes over to the chair, pausing to pick up his discarded shirt and slipping it on, to keep a little bit of the chill off.]

Can I tell you something? I'm jealous. That you had something... someone like that.

[ He hovers, not sure if Hellboy wants him close again, but wanting to be close to him. He needs it, more than he wants to admit out loud.]

I've never had someone that loved me like that. Sometimes it's nice to... pretend.