[ Eddie cocks his head. Feeling more like the man he was a week ago than he has since Chrissy Cunningham died in front of him. ]

Did you even know she was suffering. [ he shifts a little, able to sit up on his own despite the dead weight of his leg. ] Losing her mind, scared so shitless she was buying drugs from the town freak - and not saying a word to her golden boy boyfriend who punches holes in walls.

I might be a queer, Carver. But at least I'm not a monster.