Are you out of your goddamn mind? You think we can take on two hundred soldiers? I know I am an extremely attractive man, J, but I am not Bruce Lee.”“Who’s Bruce Lee?”“Who’s Bruce Lee?” Kenji asks, horrified. “Oh my God. We can’t even be friends anymore.”“Why? Was he a friend of yours?”“You know what,” he says, “just stop. Just—I can’t even talk to you right now.

You’re a total catch.” “I know, right? I keep trying to tell people.

Comamandering is not a word.It has letters, doesn't it? Sounds like a word to me.

I cling to him, wishing I could ease his pain. I wish I could take his burdens and make them mine. "It's weird, isn't it?" he says. "What is?" "If we were naked right now, I'd be dead." "Shut up," I say, laughing against his chest. We're both wearing long sleeves, long pants. As long as my face and hand don't touch his skin, he's perfectly safe. "Well, it's true." "In what alternate universe would I ever be naked with you?" "I am just

Juliette,” he says.“Yes?”I can hear him breathing.“Thank you,” he whispers. “Forbeing my friend.”I turn around then. Press close tohim, my nose grazing his neck. “I willalways be here if you need me,” I say,the darkness catching and hushing myvoice. “Please remember that. Alwaysremember that.

I think you’re wonderful.” “Wonderful, huh?” “Yep,” I say, and link my arm in his. “You’re smart and funny and kind and — ” “Handsome,” he says. “Don’t forget handsome." “And very handsome

I mean, I deserve to be happy, don't I?" (...)"You deserve to be the happiest

You eat like a caveman.""No, I don't," he says angrily. And then, a moment later: "Do I?"Warner to Kenji