Are you referring to the fact that you can’t walk across a flat, stable surface without finding something to trip over?

You already know how I feel, of course. I’m here… which, roughly translated, means I would rather die than stay away from you.

I hear voices in my mind and you’re worried that you’re the freak.

Kryptonite doesn’t bother me, either.

To me, it was like you were some kind of demon, summoned straight from my own personal hell to ruin me.

I didn’t like it. Not seeing you. It makes me anxious, too.

I’m absolutely ordinary — well, except for bad things like all the near-death experiences and being so clumsy that I’m almost disabled.

When I came here as a child, he would always remove the bullets as soon as he walked in the door. I guess he considered me old enough now not to shoot myself by accident, and not depressed enough to shoot myself on purpose.

Don’t be offended, but you seem to be one of those people who just attract accidents like a magnet. So… try not to fall into the ocean or get run over or anything, all right?

I was stunned by the unexpected electricity that flowed through me, amazed that it was possible to be more aware of him than I already was. A crazy impulse to reach over and touch him, to stroke his perfect face just once in the darkness, nearly overwhelmed me.