It's impossible not to feel overprotective at certain moments. One tends to get carried away with a role it's impossible not to associate with men. There's a sense of power, of being the one who visits in the middle of the night.

I felt like a 20th-century highwayman. But the good kind, you know—the guy from the poem.

There's a desire to protect her, to put her on a pedestal. To make her precious above all else in the world.

I kind of dug it; what a shame I turned out to be straight.

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