"I’m bad for you.”
"That’s not your decision to make... And what does that even mean? Bad for me? We can’t know if you’re anything for me because we’ve never tried to find out. All I know is you’re there when I need to get away, and you walk me home from the late shift, and you’ve never asked me for something I couldn’t give. If that’s what makes you bad for me then I maybe we’ve got different definitions of the word. Or maybe you just hate yourself more than you should.”







