God No Quotes

“That’s sweet. Nice of you.” Johnson put his hands in his pockets. Dove couldn’t help but wonder if he was massaging a sore bag of testicles. Dove looked around, and Johnson shuffled his feet. It seemed neither knew what to say, but she hoped neither wanted to part ways either.

Johnson’s default was always medical.

“How’s your infection?”

Die. Die. Kill me.

“It’s… cleared up… nicely.” Dove twisted her hand into her hair.”
― Debra Anastasia, Fire in the Hole