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
He began to wonder why he had felt uneasy at all. It was like a man wondering in broad daylight why a dream had appeared so terrible to him at night. — Chinua Achebe, Things Fall Apart