Once, he'd used it in song, but the songs in his heart had gone silent long ago, and he knew that one day so would his voice. A man with nothing inside him eventually had nothing to say.
She crushed it, telling herself she was going to add Big in front of her Idiot tattoo.
Some things need to be broken to become stronger.
"We die," she said, "we die together. That's the deal."
She was his and he was hers. They had under-the-skin privileges.
Content in a way he’d rarely been before Mercy, he simply stroked her until she purred. It delighted him as it always did. “I made you purr.” A lazy yawn. “I’m faking it.