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carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man.

If you say another word about the woman I love, if you look at her, if you even think about her - I’m going to fucking kill you.

I'm starting to wonder if this is what being in love is. Being okay with ripping yourself to shreds, so the other person can stay whole.

And then I'll come find you, and I'll take care of you." - Adam.

You can fall in love: someone will catch you.

Expiration dates are for the weak.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later, when she was sitting on her bed staring at the Boston skyline and chewing on her lunch, that Olive realized that the protein bar Adam had given her was covered in chocolate.

What did Adam's fortune cookie say?" "Mmm." Olive made a show to look at the strip. "Not much. Just 'Holden Rodrigues, Ph.D., is a loser.'" Malcolm sped up just as Holden flipped her off, making her burst into laughter. "What does it really say?" Adam asked when they were finally alone. Olive handed him the crumpled paper and remained silent as he angled it to read it in the lamplight. She wasn't surprised when she saw a muscle jump in his jaw, or when he slid the fortune into the pocket of his jeans. She knew what it said, after all. You can fall in love: someone will catch you.

He’d clearly never seen a rom-com or read a romance novel in his life.

This might be inappropriate but... Olive. You are really... You are extraordinary.

Olive had felt that he was on her side. Over & over, & in ways that could never have anticipated, he had made her feel unjudged. Less alone.

You kiss him and next thing you know he's saving your ass and he's buying you scones and calling you a smart-ass in a weirdly affectionate tone.

‘Carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man.’.

I know it’s scary, being vulnerable, but you can allow yourself to care. You can want to be with people as more than just friends or casual acquaintances.

Expiration dates are so I don’t find you weeping in the corner of my bathroom.

Carry yourself with the confidence of a mediocre white man.

Because I’m starting to wonder if this is what being in love is. Being okay with ripping yourself to shreds, so the other person can stay whole.

I’m glad he finally managed to pull his head out of his ass.

It never occurred to Olive that Dr. Adam Carlsen—known ass—had called her by her name.

Everyone likes tall, broody, sullen hunks with genius IQs.

HYPOTHESIS: When given a choice between A (a slightly inconveniencing situation) and B (a colossal shitshow with devastating consequences), I will inevitably end up selecting B.

. she loved him even more for it. For looking at her like she was the beginning and end of his every thought.

Neither are eyes.

Or, you could stay mad, and we could go to your lab and throw test tubes full of toxic reagents at each other until the pain of third-degree burns overrides your shitty mood? Sounds like fun, no?.

She would have loved to run to the edge of campus and scream into the void until modern civilization collapsed, but that wasn’t exactly a pressing matter.

Is everything okay?.

Right, sure. Consider all those long, boring questions asked, Olive.

It hit her then what was so special about Adam. That no matter his reputation, or how rocky their first meeting, since the very beginning, Olive had felt that he was on her side. Over and over, and in ways that she could never have anticipated, he had made her feel unjudged. Less alone. [...]She might never have what she wanted from Adam, but for now at least, he was in her life. That was going to have to be enough.

False Negatives are bad, too." - Adam.

And then I’ll come find you, and I’ll take care of you.

Something that’s important to me. And—I don’t trust anyone else to do it. Because they haven’t so far...

Right. Yes I’m an insensitive ass.

They should just give him a cot and donate the money to worthy causes. Endangered whales. Psoriasis. Olive.