do you ever think way too much about “He’s a friend. The sort who’d refuse to let you get thrown off a ship by yourself. The sort you’d try to protect, even though I told you it would mean your death.”; “He swims, I swim.” / “He worth that much to you?”; “If I send you away, I lose the last friend I have in the world. Who wins then, Jean? Who’s protected then?”; “The ‘Oh, look, Jean Tannen is lying about betraying his best friend in the whole fucking world to a couple of Verrari cutthroats’ signal!” / “I should’ve known. I should’ve known we didn’t even need it.”; “I can’t name the poison that’s killing your friend. But the one that’s killing you is called hope.”; “You saved me!” / “It’s my turn every couple of years.”; “[...] he found Jean Tannen was already waiting for him, with a cheap gray cloak in his hands. Before Locke could move, Jean flung the cloak around his shoulders.”; “You said you needed optics. […] I lifted some pairs for you.”; “Jean noticed that Locke’s fingers were curled tightly in against his palms, and he carefully eased them apart.”; “Incomprehensible babble.” Jean sat on the edge of the bed and gently pushed Locke’s sweat-slick hair out of his eyes. “I don’t understand a word you’re saying.”; “Jean!” Locke clutched weakly at the lapels of Jean’s coat with his good hand. “I’m sorry, I fucked up. Please don’t stay here and get caught; the blackjackets will be coming, soon. I couldn’t bear to have you taken. Please just leave me. I can’t walk.” / “Idiot, Jean whispered, brushing away hot tears with his good hand. “You won’t have to.”; “I don’t care if you cough up buckets of blood. Buckets I can carry.”; “Jean.” said Locke, “you are a greater friend than I ever could have imagined before I met you; I owe you my life too many times over to count. I would rather be dead myself than lose you. Not just because you’re all I have left.”; “Gods help me, I will never be better off without you.” or are you normal?
