“You two scared me when we first met. You were so close… I didn’t understand it, couldn’t recognize what it was because I’d never known love.” His voice broke. “Your love was gentle,” he said to me, then glanced at the ocean. “Soft waves of reassurance and understanding. You were easy to gravitate toward.” He gave Quentin a wry grin. “You were a storm. A heavy wind blasting against me until I let you in. You love just as aggressively as you protect. I feel safe with you, Q. Nothing can hurt me as long as I have you.”
