She wanted to care, but she didn’t. She didn’t have time. - James S. A. Corey

Are you sure it was him?" Teresa asked.
Provable? No. Silly to assume anything different? Yes. At this point I'd need evidence that it wasn't Duarte before I'd entertain it seriously. I hear hoofbeats, I'm still thinking horses at this point.

Sex was one of those things where the way it was supposed to work and the way it worked for him didn’t always match up real well. He knew all the stuff about love and affection, and that just seemed like making shit up. He understood making shit up. He also understood how people talked about it, and he could talk about it that way just to fit in.

It was as easy as keying in a door code. Somehow he felt that arming fusion bombs to detonate around him should have been more difficult.