"No, that's not fucking why," he says tightly, hands clenching at his sides. None of this makes any sense. None of it has since he got here. "I mean, it's... kinda, but--"

He stops, reaches out, closes a hand on Andrea's arm and pulls her to a halt. "When I say hurt, I don't mean fucking broken hearts and pints of Haagen-Dazs. I mean hurt. I'm fucking dangerous. You saw some of it. And this thing. Being in love." He lets out another harsh laugh and turns away. "It's like a fucking monster. It eats everything."