you’re looking for the wrong things. You’re looking for, I don’t know. The other pieces.” She made a face. “Other pieces of what?” “How should I know? Yourself, maybe.” He scoffed under his breath before oppressing her with “Anyway, there aren’t any other pieces, Rhodes. There’s nothing else. It’s just you.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Either you’re complete or you’re not. Stop looking. It’s right fucking there,”
