“Yeah, well things change. Now I want to be here." Another long, seconds-ticking pause. Dust danced in one fading gleam of gold coming through a low window, following long lazy swirls down to the ground. "With you.”

“You can only shove shit under your bed for so long before it starts moving around and wanting to get out. You can only cope for so long before everything breaks.”

“Did you feel me up when you were tying me down?" "Um, no. Did you want me to?""Well, it would have been nice.”

“Doesn't it bother you? That I....well, that I wanted to....suck his blood?”

“Yeah. Calm down. Two of the most useless words in the English language.”

“It's dangerous and dirty and smells bad and--""Yeah, well, so is sex and drugs and everything else worth doing.”

“I hit the dance floor, wincing a little bit as the DJ looped feedback through the throbbing of a useless song about someone playing poker with his face or something.”