"Michael, you have a visitor"

I stand on my side of the glass—you on yours. I see you looking at me with questions and a touch of anger—but that is only because I am on the outside and that is where you want to be.

I look at you and see a young man who's seen things he ought not have had to see. I see myself in you.

Our fathers were as close as friends as two men ever were. I'll sit, wait for you to talk. I think you're worth the time it will take for us to become friends too.