Nathan: What do you miss most?
Ryan: Kissing.
Nathan: You miss your wife.
Ryan: I miss affection. Any kind of affection. Like just before the operation, when you took my hand. The heat of your skin, it sent a brushfire through my body. Funny, huh? A simple thing like that, fingers touching fingers. I wanna touch you. I wanna kiss you.
Nathan: Don’t.
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