I never meant to get involved with you, Adrien. Rest easy; you're not.

I'm a thirty-something gay man with a dodgy heart. I sell books for a living. Who wants to read about that?

Kit, you're forty. You look thirty. You act...well, never mind. You're carrying on like you think you're seventy

I gave a helpless laugh. “Damned if I know. I think…we seem to have reached impasse. I feel betrayed by your friendship with Verlane. I realize that’s not logical. I realize that if I’d made the mistakes Verlane has made, I’d want my friends to stand by me, hope that someone would help me when the time came. I just…” “What?” I met his eyes. “I just need to come first for someone, Guy.

Jake's mouth found mine, his lips molding hot and soft to my own. His tongue tentatively tested the seal of my lips; I parted them and he pushed inside. It was startlingly sweet and achingly familiar, like finding harbor.

People loved you in the way they knew how - and often it was not the way you knew. Or needed.

You don't look so hot, Adrien." "Yeah, well I'm having a bad heart day." His upper lip curled in a semblance of a smile. "Tell me about it.