we're all freaks

"How’s this — anything but your dumb boyfriend."

                                 "This is still about him. What's so bad about him?"

            "If you’re going to talk about your boyfriend all afternoon, I’m just going to leave.."

                                 "You're not giving me any conversation ideas."

"Why should I?"

"Because I'm not going to judge you or laugth at you for developing feelings."

"If you ever want to know what it’s like to have someone mother you, I can let you borrow mine. She always wanted a daughter anyway, so she’d probably do it." Roan said softly, looking down at his hands. "My landlord might be satan. And what’s mine is yours right now. Treat this flat as your own. Don’t worry about intruding, you won’t be."

"There's a reason why she's your mother and not mine. I'm not going to start messing with that." What's mine is yours right now. She'd never thought she'd be so glad to hear those words, but she is and she isn't sure why. "I truly think my father is satan, I doubt your landlord is as bad as he was — possibly is."