Jessica Bird: Going (page 2)

“Man, that did his ego good. Matter of fact, she hit him with anything like that again, he was going to feel like he could bench-press a city bus. With a jet plane on its roof.”

“Good? No, that didn't go far enough. She'd made him feel… alive. Awakened.”

“This is going to be a really long couple of months if we worry about ever little twinge."

"You just tried to throw up your liver."

"I did not."

So you were working on your pancreas?”

“When were you going to tell me?"
He demanded. "Tell you what? That you can be a real asshole? How about right now.”

“What are you going to have?” he asked.
“A nervous breakdown,” she muttered and opened her menu.
So we’ll tell the waitress to make that a double, he thought.”

“Zsadist: I didn't make up the rules of this scenario
Wrath: You'll die if you go by yourself.
Zsadist: Well… I'm kind of ready to get off the ride.
Phury felt his skin get tight all over.”

“… but her eyes had had too much in them and his heart way too little for things to keep going.”

“You’re like your,” he whispered. “You make the world go away for me”