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"You’re awful," he said, laughing "I can’t believe you made me think--"

"You just had yourself beaten unconscious I thought we hed His eyes had crinkled at the corners Hours ago I thought he ht have been dead "There’s also a view of the river," I said, and like a ain

Oftentimes, I withhold information from Watson for this very reason He resents this, I think My "ic tricks" I don’t know if he’s understood yet who the reveals are really for

Inside, the desk clerk raised an eyebrow at Watson’s battered face "Laing accident," I told her, and she averted her eyes

"Wouldn’t there be blades if it’d been a laing accident?" he asked in the elevator "Wouldn’t I be, like, sliced open?"

"It could have been a riding mower You could have fallen off it"

"Yes," he said "Please continue stripping my heroic act of all its heroics"

"You did throw hiround," I allowed "Before he knocked you out, of course"

The doors on our hall were all appropriatelyWhen we found ours, Watson smiled to himself, and let us in

We talked that night It wasn’t so different from these sorts of talks e’d had them before--I want this, and What you want isn’t possible, and What’s left for us, then, to be to each other? I always felt as though he wanted us to reach a solution, as though he and I were a mathematical proof that siht he considered ht that I was the solution I’irl He isto each other until we couldn’t The room had two beds, but we slept on opposite sides of the saht in his arh it, too, when I disentangled myself from him and went to sit alone on the bathroo in my head subsided I am in control, I reminded ht about the kit I had hidden away in encies, and then I forcedabout it I am in control of this, I repeated, and felt better, and then I got back into Watson’s bed

I had never wanted hi vulnerability was a decision I myself made?