That's Pretty Weird—and When I Say Something's

I'm Just Confused. I Can't Read Your Signals. One Moment You're Hot, The Next You're Cold. You Tell Me You Want Me, You Tell Me You Don't. If You Picked One, That'd Be Fine, But You Keep Making Me Think One Thing And Then You End Up Going In A Completely Different Direction. Not Just Now—all The Time.

You Know, You Still Owe Me Pancakes. I Think I Could Go For…apple Cinnamon Ones Now. “ “apple Cinnamon? You Sure Are Demanding.” “it’s All Right. I Think You’re Man Enough For It.” “thetis, If I Actually Believed You Had Either Apples Or Cinnamon In Your Kitchen, I’d Make Them For You Right Now.” I Didn’t Answer. I Was Pretty Sure I Had Some Year-old Apple Jacks, But That Was About It.

You're In An Awfully Good Mood," He Observed. "was There A Sale At Khakis-r-us?

Sydney: I Can Do A Lot Of Things, Adrian. And—at The Risk Of Sounding Egotistical —i Mean, Well, I Can Do A Lot Of Pretty Awesome Things That Most People Can’t." Adrian: “don’t I Know It. You Can Change A Tire In Ten Minutes While Speaking Greek.” Sydney: “five Minutes.

That's Smart. Once Sonya's Able To Talk, We'll Need To Move." He Smiled. "sydney's Turning Into A Battle Mastermind." "hey, She's Not In Charge Here," I Teased. "she's Just A Soldier." "right." He Lightly Brushed His Fingers Against My Cheek. "sorry, Captain." "general," I Corrected, Catching My Breath At That Brief Touch.