102 Quotes About Sophie-foster

I'm simply waiting for him to realize he's pushing the wrong parent away.""And I'm waiting for him to realize that neither of his parents deserve him!

Hang on – what are you wearing?” Keefe asked as she threw back her covers, revealing the sparkly slogans on her tunic. “Is that a Bangs Boy reference? Because you know I haven’t let him into the Foster Fan Club, right?”Sophie rolled her eyes. “It’s an inside joke – and Linh made this for me.””Yeah, well, it still breaks the fan club rules. As penance, I’m giving you a tunic that says, ‘Empaths Give Me All the Feels,” and I expect to see you wear it twice as much as Bang Boys.

Sophie sighed. “You don’t have to do this.”“If you’re talking about being adorable, I really can’t help myself.” He said it with a wink and a smirk-which wasn’t playing fair. But she managed to stop her lips from curling into a smile.

Thank you,” she said as he walked her back to the Healing Center and she tried to make a note of the route so she could find the secret cafeteria again. “Tonight would’ve been... pretty rough if you hadn’t stopped by.”“I know,” he told her. “For me too.”“Awwwwwww, you guys are SO adorable,” Ro jumped in.

Relax, Foster,” Keefe said, squeezing her good hand and lacing their fingers together. “You okay there?” he whispered. She nodded, not quite ready to use her voice. Not ready to let go of his hand, either.

You’re in this, like, Ultra Knight in Shining Armor mode-““Aw, you hear that, Ro? Foster thinks I’m her hero!

I was already planning to have us start with telekinesis, since that’s what got Foster all swoons about my skills in the first place.”“I didn’t get swoons,” Sophie felt the need to point out. “Keep telling yourself that, Foster. Keeeeeeeeeep telling yourself that.

Keefe marched through the doors to the Healing Center and declared, “Wow, it’s like walking into a cloud of sulk in here.” He fanned the air away from his face as he made his way over. “I mean, I figured you be feeling a little lost about your Cognate buddy, but trust me: Fitzy isn’t worth this much angst.””I’m not pouting about Fitz, “Sophie informed him. “Ah, so you admit you are pouting? “He countered, plopping on to the side of her cot with enough oomph to make the mattress bounce.

Embrace the sparkles, Foster,” Keefe told her. “They look good on you.”Any other day she might’ve blushed.