Quil. . .imprinted. . .with a two year old?

“I knowOkay, Sorry. I am.Look, I'm human. It's hard to be fair sometimes. We don…”

“I'm trying to keep"― he huffed, shifting his weight as the treetop bounced him―…”

“After all, what was more important, in the end, than love?”

“I may not be a human, but I am a man.”