"Back you say? And if those problems you had in your past will somehow manage to resurface, that means you'll take off once again, with no prior notice?" Jason picked up the bottle off the table, took a sip out, then started spinning the bottle in his hand, silently. A couple of minutes passed this way, then Jason sat the bottle back on the table, just a bit off so that he can look at the man standing in front of him. He sighed and continued. "You know, all you see here, took time to construct, time and effort, and moreover loyalty. So, the question is: where lies yours? How can I be sure you won't fly away again, with no warning, no nothing?"
