You need to own your feelings. Get more comfortable expressing yourself."

"How about I express you out the nearest window?

Maybe you've got the patience to work out some complicated, long-term, ironic way to get back at the people who've wronged you, but that's you.

He's not dead, Parker." He clenched his jaw so hard she could see the muscles working in it.

"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"

"No, I'm saying it to make myself feel better.

Feel the power of the Dark Side," he murmured.

"Always," Parker said.

Standing exposed on a rooftop, with no railing and the wind whipping about him, threatening to pull him flailing and screaming to the ground? That held no interest for him.

Parker and Hardison look like they're having a good time."

"I see," Nate said. "Should we be worried?