So ... will you stay with me until it's over? Please?" "Kaylee, I would do anything for the girl who granted my dying wish.
...sometimes compassion is the greater part of honor.
At least you don’t need a prescription for tequila.
Regret couldn't fix what he's broken. Apologies couldn't bring back what he's lost. What we'd lost.
Come on, Kaylee, before I choke on testosterone and melodrama.
Pain is what I feed from when nothing else will nourish the noxious fury in my heart. It’s what I cling to when everything else—everyone else—slips right between my grasping fingers.