shark teeth underneath my socks

I've been dreaming of Boston. Not Boston now, and not Boston from before. It’s another Boston. It’s the way things would be if there was never a Gilead.

You didn't do anything wrong. You don't need to blame yourself. You have every right to be hurt, angry, or even hate him because you're not the one at fault. The person who should feel guilty is the one who put you through all of this.

Money probably isn't enough... you might need another offer. And what if... I offer both my heart and body? Would that be enough? If she agrees, we can sign the contract tonight. Tonight? Can we do it right now instead? Like, right now.

I want to try. Try what? I want to learn how to be with someone. But I'm slow when it comes to things like this. You'll have to teach me. Of course. I'd be happy to. Honestly, at first I thought you were about to cancel our exclusive friends-with-benefits subscription. Are you crazy? Of course not.

But I feel like I've been crossing your boundaries too much.

We're not dating yet, and we're not even that close like best friends, but I still want our relationship to be based on comfort.

So here's the first rule. We must communicate. If there's anything, we talk about it. We tell each other.

Calling it a rule makes it sound really strict. It doesn't have to be that serious.