Bel, you sulphurous prick, how do you know?

I knew this was still here somewhere." He pulls a knife from the back of the drawer, takes it out of its sheath and shines the torch on it. I move closer until our shoulders touch."That's beautiful," I whisper."You gave this to me."I take the knife. It's heavier than I expect. "Please, tell me it was a gift and not something I stabbed you with.

Calm down," Rafa says."Yeah," I say, "because you're an expert at patience.""Which is why I look to you to set the example.""Oh, fuck off.

How can you be so sure?" I badly want to believe him, but this is Rafa. The guy who's all action and no plan.His smile is tired, knowing. An echo of a shared past I don't remember. "Because I'm not smart enough to give up, and you don't know how to.

I know things are messy with us, but do you really think I could just walk away from you?"This time he doesn't look away. "Do you really think I'd let you?

He gives me a grim smile. 'You'd probably make a coin purse out of my balls.''Nah,' I say lightly, like his rejection doesn't sting. 'I'd want something big enough to carry more than five-cent pieces.'His smile slowly widens, and he draws me closer. 'Don't push your luck, *Gaby*. This resolve of mine is pretty fragile.

You planning on doing anything useful today?'He turns his head, managing to make even that look lazy. 'I got you a coffee, didn't I?''Well, shit, Gaz, you'd better knock off early then. Don't want you to strain yourself.

We're quiet for a moment. And then: 'Why did you call me Matt?''It seemed like a good idea at the time. Now that I know you, I realise I should have called that character Dick.'He laughs, and then the couch shakes. 'Honestly, Gabe, I forgot you could be this much fun.

You believe what he's saying - that they're demons?"Simon nods. "Like, from hell?'""No," Rafa says, "from Comic-Con." He shakes his head. "Yes, from hell.

We’re not doing that, and you know it.” He doesn’t speak again I lean closer, lower my voice. “I know things are messy with us, but do you really think I could just walk away from you?”This time he doesn’t look away. “Do you really think I’d let you?