“Swimming is normal for me. I'm relaxed. I'm comfortable, and I know my surroundings. It's my home.”

“This is my temporary home It's not where I belongWindows and rooms that I'm passing throughThis is just a stop, on the way to where I'm goingI'm not afraid because I know this is my Temporary home”

“My body melts into his hard one until his strong arm, coiled around my small waist, is all that hols me upright. I don't know if I'm bad for him, or him for me. All I know is that this is as inevitable as an incoming tsunami, and I'm just bracing for the swim of my life.”

“I'm not normal, Tate.""I know." Her hand was working its way under my shirt, then touching my skin, sliding over my chest and stomach. "Does this feel good?"I closed my eyes and nodded. "You're normal enough.”

“Whispering against her ear, he confessed, "When I'm really stressed out...I play with my toes."Gwen leaned back a bit and stared at him. "Seriously?""It's really relaxing and very bearlike."And very weird. And yet..."I'm oddly comforted by this information.”

“Besides, you think I'm not used to hurting? For me, it's home sweet home, my brother.”