He doesn't laugh, but he does answer, "That occurred to me."

Scrapping on the floor like idiot boys, one perfect instant of seeing himself acting a mess, and thinking very clearly, You do know how to do this. It's not a question of why he didn't try harder, the reason is simple—but he ought not to have kept that reason at all.

Their promises lie in ash—all of them. You don't get to cherry-pick a clean slate.

"He threw a book at my head, is what happened."