What is love, listeners? What is it about the nature of love that makes the threat of harm so integral to its existence? If we were to pry open the human heart from its delicate cage and carefully carve into it with a scalpel, we would find no evidence of love.
Andrew might not be able to play any more, but of course, there are alternatives.
None of this makes any sense, really. Jim's barely laid a hand on her, if he doesn't count the occasional hand-up over difficult terrain, or accidental (mostly accidental) groping when an explosion throws his bridge crew around, and Jim doesn't count that, because if he counted that he'd be at third base with Keenser by now.
Classes being disregarded, sinister genius and enthralled assistant wait for morning.
Alone, Oswald considers Jim Gordon and his ethics.
An alternate universe in which Alina meets the stag, comes into her powers, and destroys the Fold--all before ever meeting Aleksander.
Hickey leaves his mark on Gibson.
Everything is going to plan up until the precise moment it starts to fall apart.
May tries not to think about everything Jasmine does for her.
All too late / all too late.