winter will never come for the likes of us

I heard both of their voices so well here that I could have been eavesdropping from dark corner of the hotel room. (Luckily Sayid did not spot me and kill me with his knees.) I liked how far these two started off in the scene, and through an appreciation for mutual quests and their loneliness, they drew closer by the end. The scene where Sayid unhooks her dress clasp was very tender. Great work!