I miss this, too. Not him, [at least not the him that was hanging around since last Christmas, when we watched "Before Sunset" (the Ethan Hawke sequel) and he practically spat at the ending; "He was looking for a way out the whole time!" THE IRONY]. I mean, the way he's looking at me; like he *gets* me. Some people go their whole lives without meeting someone they can say anything to, in whatever rambling, crazy, idiosyncratic way it comes to them. Some people go their whole lives without ever feeling like they've really been seen, really been heard, really been understood. I had it twice, a decade apart. Twice. From here on out, I'm just pushing my luck.