[It’s real methodical. Smart. He squeezes Eddie’s hand, visualises the events as best he can, working through the details as he goes.

He exhales, feels tightly wound again.] Maybe we keep you hungry. Keep you from healing up too fast. [There’s a nose against Eddie’s hair; a kiss that follows.] I’m gonna need you to - to let him fuck me up a little.

[It stings a little, to say this. ] Enough that they’ll believe it.