" As Qhuinn looked at his best friend’s handsome face, he felt as if he’d never not known that red hair, those blue eyes, those lips, that jaw. And it was because of their long history that he searched for something to say, something that would get them back to where they had been. All that came to him was . . . I miss you. I miss you so fucking bad it hurts, but I don’t know how to find you even though you’re right in front of me. “Okay,” Qhuinn said. “See you down at First Meal.” “Okay.” Qhuinn got his ass in gear and walked over to the door to his room. As he slid his grip around the cold brass handle, his voice rang out of his throat, loud and clear: “Blay.” “Yeah?” “You take care of yourself.” Now Blay’s voice was hoarse to the point of cracking. “Yeah. You, too.” Because of course, “take care of you” was what Qhuinn always said when he was letting someone go. "
― J.R. Ward , Lover Mine (Black Dagger Brotherhood, #8)