“Noah drew me closer to him. "It's okay. I've got you.”
“Please, baby." "It's okay. I've got you.”
“I've got you. I swear to God, I've got you," said Noah. "Stay with me, Echo."I wanted to. I wanted to stay with him, but the shouting and screams and glass breaking in my mind grew louder. "Make it stop."He tightened his grip on my arms. "Fight, Echo! You've got to fucking fight. Come on, baby. You're safe.”
“I've got a hangover, okay? So I'm not very... It's not easy sometimes.”
“Now I understand how Noah must have felt. Can you believe this storm? I've got puddles all over my kitchen.”
“I'm just a little cold," said Knife, pulling the blanket closer about her shoulders.Paul wrapped his free arm around her. "It's all right," he said. "I've got you.""Yes," said Knife, smiling up at him. "You have.”