Prologue.

"Give me one good reason."

"I can give you more than fucking one." His tone is insidious.

I watch him for a moment, swaying slowly, precariously in the cool night air as his fingers tightly grip my windowsill. He was watching me watching him with a mixture of determination and excitement, a stark contrast from his usually angry exterior.

"Fine. Give me one for every year you've been alive, and I'll CONSIDER it." I stare him down. Surely this is impossible. Surely he's not this crazy.

"Deal."