"Years later, he still won't understand why he does it: why the animal instinct in his brain is so quick to make him roll over onto his back and beg like a dog, why he'll always fucking come back for more".
"- Can you trust me again?
- I never stopped.
- I missed you".
"He marked him a long time ago. His scars were hidden deep within, but he would wear them with pride and honor. For as long as he should live".
"She was about to stand up, but then she froze as some profound emotion ghosted over his face, brightening up his eyes as if someone had turned on a light-bulb behind his carapace. For a second he looked... happy, as far as she could tell. And then, no longer. He frowned and moved as if to start typing a reply, then gave her a glance, telling her in no uncertain terms that she was supposed to run along now.
But she hazarded a lopsided smile anyway. "Girlfriend?"