“You worry about hurting me, but you never seem to worry about me hurting you. And I’m the one with the killer touch.”
“Why are you hanging around, then? Aren't you worried about getting hit?""Aw, you'd never hurt me. My face is too pretty.”
“I was hurt. Of course I was hurt. But in a perverse way, I wasrelieved that you were the one who made the mistake. Itmade me worry less about myself.”
“Don't worry about hurting me, if that's what you're afraid of. I want to get hurt. At least I´ll feel something for a change.”
“Nothing. It is nothing. Stop worrying about me.""I can't stop worrying about you.”
“Are you hurt? Are you injured?" / "No, just a bruise or two. I'm fine, really. You don't have to worry about me." / "Stephanie, you jumped off a building." / "Yes, but the branches broke my fall. Every one of them." / "And how were the branches?" / "A lot unlike pillows.”