“Pity party over?""Yeah, I think so.""Good. Not good to wallow for too long. It's bad for the complextion.”

“What we have is divine. It's beautiful and good and right. I feel it..." He presses his his hand to his chest, over his heart. "I feel it all the time. You're in here, part of me. You're what I go to bed thinking about and what I wake up to in the morning.”

“I don’t particularly want Kay to be a good person. I’m perfectly comfortable thinking about her as the wicked witch”

“I'm having an argument with myself. And I'm losing. So not good.”

“Your a member? I think at him incredulously. He blinks in surprise that I am talking to him via brain. That it could be that easy, between us, when it's so hard with everyone else. Yes. As of his morning. And how does one become a member exactly? You make a promise to serve the light. To fight for the side of good. I thought they said they don't fight.He gives me the mental equivalent of a shrug.And that's what you did this morning?Yes, he says unwaveringly. I took an oath. And so the revelations keep on coming.”

“Coward, says the nagging voice inside my head. You should talk to him. Find out what he has to say.What if he says we belong together?Well, then you'll have to deal with that. But at least you won't be running away.I think it's more of a brisk walk.Whatever.I'm having an argument with myself. And I'm losing. So not a good sign.”

“It doesn't taste anything like the drink I had at the party with Tucker. And now, almost two years later, I realize why. Tucker never put any rum in my rum and Coke. That little stink. That overly protective, impossible, infuriating, and utterly sweet little stink.In that moment I miss him so much my stomach hurts.”