“It wasn't a hug - hugs ended quickly, even long ones, but this one persisted into something else entirely.”
“Two hugs. Both I can’t get out of my mind. One was so quick I’m not even sure it happened, and the other was… Amazing. Incredible. Confusing. How can someone get so much from a hug?”
“It was a long, long time since anyone had hugged him, so he hugged himself.”
“And then he hugs me. Really hugs me. Like he thinks that there's only one of me and I'm special and I'm enough for him. Like he doesn't need anything else. Like he was alone and then I came along.”
“Even if she wasn't happy on the inside, the outside could be something else entirely. There was always another character to play.”
“He wanted to be a poet,' someone else put in while Maggie hugged Tim and patted his back. 'Said he'd only lacked the words to be one.”