“I remembered back to leo's burial and holding your hand. I was eleven and you were six, your hand soft and small in mine. As the vicar said 'in sure and certain hope of the resurrection of eternal life' you turned to me, 'I don't want sure and certain hope I want sure and certain Bee.”

“What is that in his hand?""A cleaver. As in-""Butcher's knife.""You got it.""I hope not.""He does not look happy.""Are you sure it's a he?""I don't want to know.”

“The truth was, I wasn't sure. But I wanted to keep believing people could change, and it was certainly easier to do so when you were in the midst of it.”

“We could certainly use a detective. And I've got to hand it to you, Nancy - you sure can keep your head.”

“He closes his hand around mine and I hold on. I like his hand. It's big and holds easy but sure. It's the kind of hold that says, I got you if you want me, but I'll let you go if you feel like running for a while.”

“If i fall your catching me" Piper said as she grabbed Jasons arm"Uh...sure" Jason hoped he wasn't blushingLeo stepped out next "Your catching me too superman, but i ain't holding your hand" - The Lost Hero, Aeolus place”