“I like bugs.” “Oh my god.” Xander holds on to the chains and hangs himself right back. “I’m going to marry a freaky little bug man. Why, cruel world, why?” I drag myself to a stop as well. “You’d be fucking lucky to marry me.” “Derry, are you proposing? In a park? The same place I was ruthlessly stolen from my parents? I never knew you were so romantic.”
