He loved you so much that when you died, he might as well have died with you.
Well, I say brightly, we’re getting on splendidly, aren’t we? Glad to see you’re all becoming friends over your mutually violent desires.
For heaven’s sake, I say, will you please sip the tea so I don’t have to pour you another cup every five minutes? We’re facing an apocalypse, he replies. There is not enough tea in the world to calm m...