--anger because pain would drown me without the protective shell.
I knew exactly how he felt because I had walked in his shoes, wary and distrustful, unable to believe anybody could care about me without asking for something in return.
I didn't ask if he meant his rescue or the deal with Stalker that involved kissing. I couldn't resist pushing, just a little. "So it won't bother you if I find someone else?" His jaw clenched, and I saw the muscle move before he got it under control....
That looked like love to me, when you put a brave face on your heart breaking because it was what the other person needed.
My skill didn't lie in planning battles, only in fighting them.
...as if prayers ever put out a fire.
Because it takes more courage to heal the world's hurts than to inflict them.
I get it. You'd rather have him, broken, than me whole. If that didn't clarify my chances with you, nothing would. But you can't have what you want either, Deuce. I can't be your friend, feeling like this. Give me some time, and then... Maybe. No pro...
Pull yourself together. People among the living still need your help, and I haven't given you permission to quit.
