This morning, at the hotel: Jared Leto: "What if I fell to the floor? Couldn't take all this anymore. What would you do do do?" Me: "Why Jared, I could think of a million things." Jared: "Look in my eyes. You're killing me, killing me. All I wanted was you." Me: I know, Jared. That's why we're here. Jared: "Ah, ah. Oh, oh. Ah, ah...I'm not running from you." Me: That'a boy.