If you're worried about safety, you might like to follow my example and put on that seat belt." "The what?" Xavier shook his head in disbelief. "You worry me," he muttered.
Love you,†Xavier said just before he drifted back to sleep. “Love you more,†I said playfully. “Not a chance,†Xavier said, fully awake now. “I’m bigger, I can contain more love.†“I’m smaller, therefore my love particles are more compressed, which means I can fit more in.†Xavier laughed. “That argument makes no sense. Overruled.†“I’m just basing it on how much I miss you when you’re not around,†I countered. “How can you possibly know how much I miss you?†he said. “Have you got some sort of built-in miss-o-meter that can give us a reading?†“I’m a girl; of course I have a built-in miss-o-meter.
‎Though nobody can go back and make a new beginning... Anyone can start over and make a new ending.
Oh, man," Xavier groaned. "See what you've done--now I'm stressing." "You can't! You're the stable one!" Xavier laughed and I realized his distress had been feigned to illustrate a point. He wasn't worried in the slightest. "Just relax. Go and run a bath or have a shot of brandy." "Okay." "That second bit was a joke. We both know you can't hold your liquor.