JACK:
**Nah, the indoor one's fine.**
((Jack makes himself as comfortable as possible.))
**Guess this is the couch I'm s'posed ta lay on, huh? I reckon it's soft enough.**
((Now relaxed and comfortable, Jack pours out his heart and soul to the therapist, leaving out very little of the experiences over the past decade and a half.))
**... so I drove up to Wyoming, hopin' ta find him so we could settle down together'r somethin' like we talked about all those years ago... Course, like I told ya, he'd never been too keen on the idea, so I was right shocked when I got there and he was practically jumpin' in my arms. He was a totally different Ennis, kinda scary if ya ask me. It was scary in a good way, almost, but 'twas just too different. I do love Ennis, I really do... but I think Ennis's still got some problems showin' it, and really explorin' it. Still, kinda hard ta ignore the last words he said to me: 'I love you, Jack Fuckin' Twist', just like that, too.... That was the strangest thing, hearin' those words come off Ennis' lips.**
((Jack suddenly realizes he's been talking for nearly two and half hours and looks up guiltilly at the therapist.))
**Forgot to ask how much this's gonna cost me... Guess its an hourly rate. Well, that's the story, Mister. I shoulda come down here lookin' for a prostitute'r somethin'... there's plenty of 'em out there, and some good lookin' ones too.... but after having everything ya ever wanted dumped in yer lap, includin' a handsome buckaroo thatcha've been in love with fer nearly fourteen years, I'm kinda tryin' ta get away from that stuff fer now.... least until I can figger out what the heck's goin' on.**