“We’re gonna work on this.” “On what?” “This fucked-up idea you have of yourself.” “I don’t have—” “You do, Cass. And it’s fine. Gives me somethin’ to do. I’ll spend as long as I need to show you how beautiful you are. Run to the ends of the earth. Tell you every day you’re gorgeous, remind you how damn hard you make me. Whatever it takes until you see what the rest of the world sees.”
