“Okay," I began. "You’re too old for me. You’re scary. It’s creepy that you were so all over my mom and now you’re all over me.”

“Do you have any idea how creepy that is, that you were in love with my mother and you're so....all over me?”

“He peered down at me. “Jesus Christ. You’re leaking.”If by “leaking” he meant “sobbing like a girl,” I guess so.”

“No,” he agreed. “You’re not. She never caused me this agony.”What could I say to that? The way he was looking at me was making my head feel funny. Was making me feel funny and not just in that oh God I just almost died way.Christophe leaned in. His mouth was a mere centimetres from me. “She never made me think I would die of heart failure. She never, never made me fear for her this way.”

“You know how when you’re reminded of things, and you can’t shut it off quickenough?" Like, before it slips the knife in and twists? Like that.”

“Don’t send me home, it’s boring as fuck-all there.”

“Nice, huh? I was just special all over the place.”