"I want to be what you need. Not just what you want. I want to be you superhero, I want to be someone you can trust." He gets out of bed and stumbles over to me. I force my eyes to stay locked on his. "But I'm a bad, bad man."

His expression turns serious, or at least as serious as someone so wrecked can look. "I...I will n-never hurt you. Do you hear me? I will always be here to pick you up when you f-fall, but I will never push you. I won't hurt you like they all do. Ever again." He looks away, down at his feet, still muttering, "Never ever again. Never never."

He simply smiles. "I just...can't draw your eyes," he mutters, and then he passes out on top of the sheets.