“He's just a little unbalanced and lonely."He put his arms around my waist, frowning. "Can't he be lonely and unbalanced around someone else's girlfriend?""I'll suggest it.”
“Can't he be lonely and unbalanced around someone else's girlfriend?”
“He imagined them sitting somewhere, just enjoying each other's company, her head on his chest, his arm around her. And he realized how desperately lonely he had become.”
“And God stepped out on space, and He looked around and said: I'm lonely - I'll make me a world.”
“Shh,” I say. “Arms around me.” Obediently, he slips both arms around my waist. I smile at the wall. I am not enjoying this. I am not, not even a little bit, no.”
“He put an arm around his brother to help him up. And then, for a moment, he just held on.”