After a while of thinking, Janus gave Patton a small peck on the lips, hoping it would work. He was still as shy as he once was when it came to Patton.
When we are children we seldom think of the future. This innocence leaves us free to enjoy ourselves as few adults can. The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind. — Patrick Rothfuss, The Name of the Wind
