"That's a foolish question, Jack. You consider me so heartless that the moment she leaves me sight, I no longer care? Do I love her? I will always love her . . . " Glen picks up the washcloth from his lap and wipes at his forehead. He had realized his love for his best friend long ago, a year ago was when it was first brought to his conscious mind, but he had likely loved him from the day they had met.