I nod and bring a hand to the side of her face again.
``` Jace
I really hope I hadn't been creeping her out as well by mistake. That would be bad... I nod and look at the movies with her, "I just have Nic. I mean... there are other Hermes kids, but I'm only close with him 'cause we were friends in the mortal world before he zapped us up here."
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
I lingered round them, under that benign sky: watched the moths fluttering among the heath and harebells, listened to the soft wind breathing through the grass, and wondered how any one could ever imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet earth. — Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights