Then that makes us even for being paranoid stalkers.

[He snorted, trying to make light of how peeved he really felt about that. Guess that was how Sasha always felt. That sort of realization only pissed him off a bit more about himself.]

You can be as angry as you like at me. Cuz you know what? Part of me hates th'fact that my little sister's growing up. You really won't need me to protect you. I mean-- [There was a dark chuckle, acerbic and curt.]

I couldn't anymore if I tried. It drives me nuts, being useless like this.

I don't ever wanna see you hurt that bad again.