I think your friends are angry with me for stealing you.

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?

It makes me… anxious… to be away from you.

He unleashed the full, devastating power of his eyes on me, as if trying to communicate something crucial.

Let’s you and I not push poor Mike any further this week. We don’t want him to snap.

I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.

The wasting of finite resources is everyone’s business.

I’ve never tried to keep a specific person alive before, and it’s much more troublesome than I would have believed. But that’s probably just because it’s you. Ordinary people seem to make it through the day without so many catastrophes.

What? Are you speaking to me again?

I wasn’t intending to bring a car.