"You're not fucked up," Tom said earnestly, talking into the curve of Mike's neck, shifting to throw an arm over his belly. "I mean. Maybe you've gone through fucked up stuff, but that doesn't mean that you're..." He trailed off, realizing what he was saying in the context of what had happened today.

"It doesn't mean you're still subject to it." He closed his eyes, wincing. "Shit."