“You okay, Ford? You might at well say something to let me know you're all right, at least physically, otherwise I'm capable of annoying you until you do. It's one of my special skills. So one more time. Are. You. Okay?”

“You're not me,' Millhouse gritted.'True. I'm sitting in a chair wearing Armani. You're on the floor, wearing an ugly orange jumpsuit. You're facing a long stay at Hotel Don't-Bend-Over and I'll go home to a soft, warm bed. I'm glad I'm not you for those reasons alone. But the biggest difference between us is my people believe in me and yours don't.”

“I never took you for a coward, Stevie,’ he said quietly and her gaze swung back, angrily. ‘DidI make you mad? Good. I’m glad. Because you make me mad. If today didn’t change anythingfor you, then you’re either a liar or a fool. And I never took you for either of those, either.’ Heleaned closer, until he could see every dark eyelash. ‘I’m not a coward or liar, but I might be afool because I’m not giving up on you. Nor am I giving you up. So consider yourself on notice,Detective Mazzetti. Things will be different when you get out of here. I’m not going to waitforever, because we don’t have forever. If things had been any different this morning, we mightnot even have this moment. So if you’re not “ready”, then you’d best spend your time in herefiguring out how to get “ready”

“If you do something bad to me, and I say "okay, let's move on," it does not mean I forgive you.”

“Lucy,' he murmured, 'you have some splainin' to do.”

“To you.” He kissed her mouth, then nipped her lower lip lightly. “With you, for you. In you.”

“He fixed her in his gaze and set his jaw, his hands twitching at his sides. "You feel something for me," he said, daring her to try and deny it. There was no point trying to hide it now. She looked away, numb. "You can't feel that way about me." He lowered his voice. "It'll only get you hurt.""Oh, come on! That's so cliche! What's that even supposed to mean?" "It means my life is one that prevents me from the luxury of silly romantic notions. I can't have you look at me the way you just did. I don't care what Agatha's told you, or what she thinks she knows. This isn't going to happen, okay?"Silly romantic notions? Farley's embarrassment quickly moved aside to make room for her anger. "Agatha hasn't told me anything. None of you ever do. You're right, I do feel something for you, but don't worry. From your reaction, it's pretty clear that the feeling's not mutual. I'm not some crazy stalker. I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't flatter yourself into thinking that I'm completely head over heels in love with you. So just go!" she screamed, destroyed by his words and the feelings of rejection that coursed through her. "You don't understand.""I think I do.""No! You don't!" The hard look in his eyes morphed into something more pained and desperate. He stepped forward and grabbed her roughly by the arms, the same way he had done in the silo. "I sat there and watched you for months. Months! I watched you everywhere you went; I watched you when you didn't go anywhere at all! When you were so low you couldn't even leave the house. I watched the most beautiful person I'd ever seen get screwed over by the cops and have her life threatened on a daily basis without her even knowing it."Farley stared up at him-frozen and unblinking-his words barraging her."How do you think I felt when I found you bleeding and broken on the floor of Aldan's room? I thought you were dead!" He stood, his eyes on fire, with something terrible strewn across his face. His voice dropped to barely more than a whisper. "We've got a war about to be unleashed here-one that I'm going to die for. One where you and I are an impossibility. So I don't get to tell you that I love you. And you don't get to look at me like that.”