'A warm, pliant, able woman who's also batchit insane some of the time.'

He traces fingers down Random's hairline at the back, behind ihs ear and down to his neck, tangling them there.

'They weren't options - I don't have an option but to stay with you, Random. Because I don't love her and never will. I don't know how many times I can say it but I'm sure you'll have to believe me sometime. I love you.'

He'll never stop saying it.

'I like holding your hand. I like getting you back after one of your family things and helping you get back on your feet. I can research schools all day if you want me to, your artwork is genius and no one rocks my world like you do, OK?'