““You're careful. Thoughtful. Perceptive. More honest than most. You hate recklessness, but are impulsive yourself, when it suits you. You hate your brother, and you love him more than anything in the world. You wish your parents would come home, but you've learned to live without them. You like peace, but are capable of toe-curling violence, if pushed far enough." River paused, again, and his hand squeezed mine. So hard, it almost hurt. "But the thing I'm really into- the part that makes you different- is that you don't want anything from me. At all." "I don't?" "No. And I find it... relaxing.””
