[He doesn't say anything, but he could. He thinks about Adam, about the black eyes, the bruised arms- he thinks about throwing himself at Robert Parrish and getting forced into a cop car, thinks about twisting around awkwardly in cuffs to watch Adam's small, defeated figure get smaller and smaller through the back windshield.
Of course, he wouldn't say anything. It's not his secret to tell. But he's seen it, closer than what some would expect.]
And now- what? It made you into this thing and now you hate it? What would you do differently?
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Of course, he wouldn't say anything. It's not his secret to tell. But he's seen it, closer than what some would expect.]
And now- what? It made you into this thing and now you hate it? What would you do differently?