I Don't See How That

If You Throw A Frog In A Pot Of Boiling Water, It Will Hop Right Out. But If You Put That Frog In A Pot Of Tepid Water And Slowly Warm It, The Frog Doesn't Figure Out What Going On Until It's Too Late. Boiled Frog. It's Just A Metter Of Working By Slow Degrees.

This Was Why I Was Here. This Was Why I Would Take Whatever Reception Waited For Me When I Got Back. Because, Underneath All The Anger And The Sarcasm, Jacob Was In Pain. Right Now, It Was Very Clear In His Eyes. I Didn't Know How To Help Him, But I Knew I Had To Try. It Was More Than That I Owed Him. It Was Because His Pain Hurt Me, Too. Jacob Had Become A Part Of Me, And There Was No Changing That Now.

And, By The Way, I Adore You.... In Frightening, Dangerous Ways.

You Think I Should Be As Forgiving As You Are? We Can’t All Be Saints And Martyrs.

The Way You Move — You Orient Yourself Around Him Without Even Thinking About It. When He Moves, Even A Little Bit, You Adjust Your Position At The Same Time. Like Magnets… Or Gravity. You’re Like A… Satellite, Or Something.