“You look tired.""Yeah," I agreed, and shrugged. "Near-death experiences do that to me . . .”
“Don’t yell at me when I just survived a near-death experience. (Abbie)”
“It’s called a near-death experience. You should try it sometime,” I said sweetly. “Maybe without the ‘near’.”
“Never mind ‘near death experiences.’ Try having a ‘near life experience.’ Much more interesting.”
“All of life is a near-death experience.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked. I was breathless, not certain any longer if it was my nearly plummeting to my death or his nearness that was making it so hard to draw in air.“Protecting you. What does it look like I’m doing?”