I bail. Okay? When things get hard, I-I walk away, and maybe it's because I grew up an army brat. We moved every 18 months. Maybe I never learned to commit. But I'm here now, and I'm staying, because I'm gonna fight to make sure that you know that I'm committed to this thing. Now I-I'm not perfect, but neither are you. And you--you want to talk about faults? How about not being able to forgive? At some point, you're gonna have to forgive me. And it may as well be now, because I am in love with you, Calliope, and you are in love with me.