“Do you care about your image?' Even as the words were coming out of my mouth, I was mentally kicking myself. He'd been kidding around, and meanwhile I sounded like an afternoon special. But he didn't seem to mind.
'Sure. It's my armor.'
'Your what?' The WALK sign flashed, and he put a hand on my elbow as we crossed the street. And yes, even that faint pressure on that small spot made my entire arm tingle.
'My armor. You know. Self-protective camouflage. Everybody has an armor. Even you, I bet, even though I still haven't figured out what form yours takes.”
― Jennifer Sturman, And Then Everything Unraveled

“That was Hunter,' said Quinn as his father's footsteps faded away.
'I figured. Since he said to call him Hunter and everything.”
― Jennifer Sturman, And Then Everything Unraveled