"Don't start treating me differently. Don't act like I'm fragile, because I’m not. Nothing you've seen is new for me." "You're normally crying about how hard I am on you,” he sighs. “I can't win, can I?" “A, I don't cry, and B, I like Asshole Will. He's a known commodity." "If I'm such a known commodity,” he says, his mouth lifting on one side, “you'd know not to refer to me as 'Asshole Will.’”
