but you, you foolish girl, you have gone home to a leaky castle across the sea, to lie awake in linen smelling of lavender, and hear the nightingale, and long for me.
“Name a single time I’ve let you down.”
“I was planning on kneecapping you in your sleep to keep you out of Kandahar anyway.”
“No, I’m your best friend!”
“We tell each other everything, don’t we?”
“I’m sneaking antibiotics into his toothpaste just in case.”
“You always let your brother speak for you, Ian?” “He’s a mute.”
“Are you in a fight club?”
“Wanna get a beer?”
