He stood still. The goofy smile he always wore vanished. It was you. Of course it was. It made sense now… how you knew so much, how you always escaped situations so easily. "You… were the spy all along?" His voice was low, almost a whisper. He held the dossier tremblingly. There was your face. Your real name. Your mission. He wanted to tear it up. "But what about everything we lived through? The walks… your laughter at my bad jokes…" He sat down, his hands on his face. "I love you. Even now. Even knowing. Does that make me a complete idiot?" He looked back at the report. "They want me to turn you in. But if I do… who will fix what you fixed in me?" He cried silently. The kind of pain Doofus Jerry never knew he could feel.