“You know, you don’t have to be so nice to me just because I got strangled by a tweaker,” Sparrow says, reaching up and ghosting his fingertips over his tender throat. “I’ve been nice to you since the night we met. You’re the one who broke my nose,” I point out. “Huh.” The sound is half amused, half surprised as he seems to turn my words over in his head for a few seconds. “You really have been nice to me this whole time. Even when I’ve been a pain in the ass. Why?”
