“So damn jealous! Like I can see anyone but you.”

“Everything was so nutty with Loretta, all her reactions. She used tantrums like most people used sedatives”

“Just then Dante leaned against him, brow between his shoulder blades for a moment, so tentatively Griff held his breath. His voice was almost sheepish. “Nah. Everyone knows I was born defective. They didn’t instal you until later.”

“People need space; families need air; love needs light. Like Mrs. Anastagio always said, ―You need enough rooms to love someone properly.”

“I want you to move in with me, man.""Nah. I appreciate it, but I need to get a place of my own. I'm a grownup.”

“Your life needs an airbag. I swear, Anastagio, you should have come equipped when you were born.”

“[...]Are both of you...?""Manscaped?" Dante smiled. "I'm fucking Italian; I been mowing my lawn since I was thirteen.”