"You can't follow me there, are you insane?" His head snaps up, hand clenched into a fist, and for a second he's as close to fear as he's come in a long time. "Even if you could, you'd... You can't. You can't ever do that. Jesus, I won't even take you in the asylum."

He leans back against the edge of the sink and rakes both hands into his hair, almost pulling at it. "I don't wanna go there. If I do, there's no coming back. You think I wanna leave you alone? You think I ever wanted to do that?"

He doesn't even know where it's coming from, now. Pouring out of him, even as his neck is clotting.

"I should be so fucking scared of this."