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"Bones, you don't have to hide the soft parts of you. Not from me," he murmured. "No matter what's goin' on between us, I will never use them to hurt you.”
“I think about your face when Lana pulled that gun on you. You looked relieved. You were gonna just sit there and let her kill you. An’ all I knew was that I couldn’t let that happen.”
“Touch her again, and I’ll put a bullet between your eyes,” Trey said in a dark voice I’d never heard him use before.
“Bones, why do you have to save everybody but yourself?”
“I want you to live,” he added, his voice hoarse with emotion. “And yeah, it’s partly ’cause I’m a selfish bastard. I just can’t stand the thought of livin’ in a world without you in it.”
“I know you’re used to people wanting your power, but gods, Bones, all I want is you.”
“You’re a river, Bones,” he said, squeezing my hands hard to get my attention. “You don’t break, you bend. If someone tries to control you, you find a new way around. People might think you’re just water, might think they have you contained, but you’re strong enough to cut a path through mountain rock and wild enough to wash everythin’ away when you rage.”
“You’re a river. You don’t break, you bend.”
"Godsdamnit, Bones, I'm here ’cause I love you," he interrupted in a burst of emotion that shocked me into silence. "Have loved you practically since you saved my life on that rooftop. And I'm not expecting anything of you, but I'm here 'cause I want to be here with you.”
His cool fingers cradled the side of my face, his thumb brushing gently over my lips. “I’d wait a thousand years for you.” “You’d be long dead in a thousand years,” I said dryly even though my heart pounded. “It’d still be worth it,” he whispered, and then he kissed me.
“You’re a river. You don’t break, you bend.” Well if I was a roaring river, shifting and unpredictable, Trey was the very mountain below us, steady and constant.
“Do I get to kiss you whenever I want?” He grinned, delighted. “You sure do.”
"I know it's a risk, but gods, Bones, don't you want to live for something else besides just survivin'? What's the point if you're too scared to experience all the things that make life worth living? I am scared—fuckin’ terrified, of losing you. I don’t know how much time we have, but I do know I don’t want to miss a single second of lovin’ you.”
“Bones, please let me in.” “I don’t know how much time we have, but I do know I don’t want to miss a single second of lovin’ you.” “You don’t have to be strong all the time. You can lean on me.” I stared ahead, tears streaming from my eyes. I let him in. I loved him. And I lost him.
I could feel his grief hitting me like a physical force, and gods, he was right. I hadn’t thought of anyone else. I was so fucking selfish. “I’m sorry,” I sobbed.
“You’re a part of my crew,” he said in that soft voice I rarely heard, “but you’re also my friend. You’re not alone, ok?”
