Habitual Dolour
"Good lord, Steven, what did you do for thirty years before I came along?"
They always began at the end and ended at the beginning, although time is as irrelevant as age to them. For when you find someone who is meant to be a part of you, endings and beginnings get lost in memories and numbers cease to exist. You manage to become something that can't truly be described by any word in your vocabulary. You just are, and they were: Jillian and Steven. Or rather Steven and Jillian. His overinflated ego did always need to come first in every situation.
"Same things I do now: not much at all."
