You're beautiful and sad," I said finally, not looking at him when I did. "Just like your eyes. You're like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again. " For a long moment there was only the whirring sound of the tires on the road, and then Sam said softly, "Thank you.
I'd take a helicopter up and throw microwave ovens down on the Taco Bell.