"It's me...but it's not. He's...He doesn't feel anything. He's all the dark shoved into a corner and let rot for eight hundred years. Everything I couldn't deal with. And He's...He's so twisted from the pain, he doesn't understand things. Like...emotion. Or...right and wrong. Or anything."

He looks to Charlie.

"But...he can only come out when He's called. And...Alex called Him by accident. And...He would have killed Simon if He wasn't more worried about Alex."

He sighs and leans back into Charlie, nose back at the crook of his neck.

"But He got out...for a little while. Scared Alex. Scared me. And...He does that. He...kisses on the nose. I don't. It's...it was just a reminder. I'm sorry. I...I shouldn't have freaked on you. You're going through...much worse than me right now."