"That's still ten dogs a year." * * * * She gave him a look. "Landon, I have bruises all over my face."
"A little." *** "I'm just worrying and not helping and I don't know what to do, but certainly not being good."
"As a teacher, you are my worst enemy." * * * "Oh, Landon," she said with a sigh. "Don't worry, baby. Everything's okay. You're fine."
"As your girlfriend?" *** He didn't meet her eyes. "I'm tired of everything being so dangerous all the time.."
"As a procrastinator." * * * "Landon, baby," Val said, reaching across the table to take his hand. "We... we're doing a dangerous thing, y'know? And, and... It can seem really thankless because everyone who knows about it is trying to hurt us. But I promise you. It'll be worth it."
He sat up slowly, straightening his glasses. “I have to get ready for work, unfortunately.” *** “We’ll be okay,” she murmured. “Don’t freak.”