...I would feel bad, if I stabbed you with an icicle.

[For all that his promises are touching and sweet, perhaps the most revitalizing thing about them is the way that they edge her toward humor. It's been hard to find the will to smile lately, much less laugh, but with Trevor it feels like the beginnings of spring stirring beneath the thick blanket of winter.]

Even though I suppose you would probably appreciate it, with how often you complain of the heat here.