"Huh?" Corey asked, snapping Jack back into reality, reminding him that he is in front of this Corey now, the Corey who at least three times a night, which is a good improvement, and also doesn't his grandfather order him around as much as he did before.
"What? Did I say something?" Jack said, forgetting what he said before, his brain erasing the memory of the word love leaving his mouth.
"No, I think I've just heard wrong, sorry." Corey looked away in confusion, he was sure he heard the word love being said by Jack, was it his imagination getting wild, because he wants to hear that? He wants to be loved by someone, it's a feeling he wants to experience, to see it in someone's face when they talk to him, to feel that maybe he is worth more in this world.
