Jace smiles, returning the grip around her. "Yes. Cool. Now relax, star. I wanna sleep." He lays down, pulling her with him, and sets the blanket over them.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Very well; I hear; I admit, but I have a voice too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced. — Joseph Conrad, Heart of Darkness