“Oh, got no reason, got not shameGot no family I can blameJust don't let me disappearI'mma tell you everything”

“Well, bless my soulYou're a lonely soulCause you won't let goOf anything you holdWell, all I needIs the air I breatheAnd a place to restMy head”

“Did you know that when we were kids Cass used to tell me your stories? She used to laugh at you. Not in a mean way, but in the way that Cass used to laugh at everything before...." He gestures around us at our world now. I shake my head. "I thought Cass never liked my stories. Never remembered them." "Oh yes, I would beg her to tell me if she had new stories from you." "Why didn't you ask me yourself?" I whisper. "Because you were Harry's," he responds. "Not always." "Yes, always," he says. "Always in his eyes," he adds in a softer tone.”

“You flatter me, my dear girl." He demurred playfully with a small bow. Rose always cheered him up."You've got a nice bum." She shrugged with a bright, cheerful grin. Seeing her happy was always a pleasure."That opinion seems to run in your family. Your father said the same to me on numerous occasions. Sadly, he followed it up with 'but it's in the way of the television'." Eric smiled wryly”

“They don't talk to me.Although I try to reason,they don't seem to care.”

“But I don't know how to tell him all this. That I'm scared and I don't know how to be normal. I'm broken, just like him, and I'm not sure I can fix myself.”

“A visible shiver ran through Arthur. "Can you imagine letting him touch you? Be like kissing a snake that'd been dipped in snot.""Oh, now there's a mental image." Eric wrinkled his nose. "You have such a talent for description.”