"I should have stayed with him," he says, looking down at where Emily is holding his hand. Another day and he might have pulled away, still uncomfortable with casual touches after so long avoiding them, but he doesn't have the strength anymore. And he supposed it's not such a terrible thing. This past month has changed so much of what he's been trying to do with his life and now, with Spencer injured, he's confused. It's been good, he's been happy for the first time in a long time instead of just coasting along. And he hasn't been unhappy, really, but this is different.

It's different and he wants to keep it, but he's afraid of it at the same time. All it had taken was a month of being happy for Mark to come and use it against him.

"I went to his house to clean up the mess Mark had made and I should have just stayed there, but I..." He pauses, then shakes his head. "I can't expect him to want to see me after all this. It's my... it's my fault. Mark wanted to hurt me and so he went for Spencer."