#mrjane

[as-h-04]

It's crazy when you reread your old books and then the character you hate just randomly drop bombs like:

"And so, the two young individuals, bound together by their forbidden desires and destructive tendencies, continued their dance of pain and pleasure. Their future uncertain, their souls trapped in a labyrinth of torment and desire, forever entwined in an endless spiral of obsession and lust.."

Like the antagonist is 12 year old boy who is a kleptomaniac and steals watermelons

[martyir]

you’re wrong, but never mind.

she knew what he was about to say before he even spoke. she could see it in him - the way he watched her with a degree of amusement, more than a little vanity and perhaps a smidge of affection for trying. once, she would have been annoyed (if she’d noticed at all) but she knew him well enough now to recognise his patronising wasn’t really meant to insult her. it was just a part of the show: patrick jane, the smartest man in any room. the only one with all the answers.

patiently, she paused and waited for him to explain how she'd reached such an incorrect conclusion while his own brilliance had, of course, worked out the truth, though it was obvious he also wanted her to chase him for the answer. lisbon rolled her eyes but played along, ❝ fine. what did i miss, jane? ❞