Don't you dare think that there is anything, past or present, that I would put in front of you. It has never been like that, ever! I need you to see that. I'm begging you.
Finally, Roan said, “Jesus God, Sargent. Do you have stiches on your face?” Bad. Ass. Put it here, you asshole.” With some relief, Blue lifted her fist and bumped it against his.