i do n't think you 're going to lose the sleeve . '' now , my grandfather was telling me that i should bring my jacket , that i may need it . he was hunting for a guy who was running away . things would get too complicated , and then where would we be ? our breathing matched , quick , heaving gasps , as we lay together sweat-slick and spent . `` they 're long past falling apart , '' i replied . and i do worry what the king thinks of it . 