Из одного фика по The Sentinel.
"Okay. So Blair's your friend?" Nod. "And you're having problems; problems you want to fix?" Nod. "So, to fix those problems, you go to a coffee store, WITHOUT Blair, and ask the advice of a woman you don't really like?" I nodded, more slowly this time. She sighed again and said, "I think I'm seeing your problem here, Jim." She waved a hand at me. "Go home and talk with BLAIR."
I slapped my hand down on the table. "But he doesn't understand, he NEVER understands! I mean, his car always has gas, and I return his library books before they're due, and does he think the Laundry Fairy cleans his underwear? What does he WANT from me? Blood? I don't-"
Zelda grabbed my flailing hands and pinned them table. "You're right. All of those things say: 'you're my friend', 'I care about you', 'I like having you in my life'. But you know what? Sometimes it's not enough. Sometimes, you Have. To Say. The Words. So go home, and talk to Blair."
All I Wanted Was a Decent Cup of Coffee (с) Blankety
PS. Фик слэшный, но к данному пассажу это не имеет никакого отношения.