He could last longer without her than any of the others, but if too much time past, he felt the effects. Sick wasn't the right word; empty was closer, but even it didn't fit. Thin. He nodded to himself at the thought. That was it. He felt translucent, as if less of him existed when she wasn't there. I just never noticed how little of me existed before; I was a shadow without a person. He didn't know when it had happened or how he'd let it happen, but somehow when he was without her he felt less than whole. Gwen had stolen part of him and--No, she hasn't taken anything. She's given me something I've never had, and now I can't live without it.