Come on, I don’t think you’re an asshole. I believe you care about me.

I just think you … don’t understand. You don’t see him the way I do.

[ Warmth. He can’t help it. That little thrill calling. That addictive something. ]

And that’s okay. I think I kind of like that. Like … enjoying a movie other people think sucks. But you pick up on little things they miss. It feels … special.