He almosted smiled. "There you go again. Why? Why do yo keep helping me?" There were a million answers on my lips, everything from It's the right thing to do to I don't know. Instead, I said, "Because I want to.

Adrian gave me a look that said I was wasting his time. "Because Jet sounds badass.

"Well, I'm supposed to be crazy, right?" [...] "And there isn't much I wouldn't do for you. The stupider, the better."

He flipped the dail, and I crossed my arms over my chest as some vaguely European-sounding band sang about how video had killed the radio star. I wished someone would kill this radio.

I felt the need to clarify we were there for the self defense class, in case he also taught about dog breeding or riding the high seas.

Nah. I’m a consultant, of course. Everyone’s favorite nondescript yet well-paid white-collar job.

I opened my eyes and met his dark, earnest gaze. "It's okay," I said. "It's okay now. I'm here I'll always be here for you.