“I won't push you for it anymore, okay. We'll stick to clever conversation.A bit of this and that won't hurt.Yeah, it won't hurt you. It'll drive me bloody crazy.”
“Trust me, I'm an SF medic.This won't hurt... me.'You?'I'm not so sure, it'll probably hurt a lot.”
“I'll be better, so I won't want it to hurt anymore.”
“It won't be the same for me," I whispered, half to myself. "You won't let me be like that. We'll live in Antarctica."Edward snorted, breaking the tension. "Penguins. Lovely.”
“He won't hurt you, Pigeon," Travis said. "I won't let him.”
“You won't be able to hurt me, or touch me.”