“Pumpkin?” He nodded at the cookies.“Of course.”“Anna Banana, I love you.”

“Cas whistled. “You are a sight for sore eyes, Anna Banana.”

“You lost your shirt, Sam?”“Anna was looking over the tattoo.”“Yeah.” Nick grunted. “It looked like it.”

“We’re here to see Connor,” Dad said.The woman nodded and hit a button on the control panel. “You’re set to go down.”“Thank you, Marshie,” Dad said. He motioned us over to a door beneath the staircase.Nick leaned in. “ ‘You’re set to go down’?” he echoed. “That’s comforting.”

“It's all right. Go ahead and admit you're in love with me, too. Let's get everything off our chests while we're at it."I swatted at him but he dodged away. 'You're not making me feel better.""Who said I was trying to make you feel better? Fact: Sam's got swagger. Fact: I'm straight. Fact: Even though I'm straight, I sorta love the dude. So I can't say I blame you."-pg. 166”

“You and I are the sum of a void left by the absence of someone we love.”

“I closed my eyes. His fingers found mine. I buried my face on his chest, my vision hazy. "I won't remember you.""You will," he whispered into my hair. "Someday. I'll find you.”