[ There a burst of feeling (embarrassment that she knows, bashfulness over not having been the one to tell her, worry that she'll think less of him) the Quentin swallows hard. That's not the point. The point it: ]
I think you're better at running than you would be at fighting him Who's out there that you trust who are you with?
no subject
I think you're better at running than you would be at fighting him
Who's out there that you trust
who are you with?