"Yeah. I mean I'd known him for a little longer than that, but we were both kinda young." He shrugs.

"He's... he was... I dunno." Poison thinks of the first time he looked at Ghoul and really felt something. He's spent so much time trying not to think or talk about him, he's almost not sure of the words he wants now.

"He kept me from flying apart. He made all my hard edges soft, kept me from cutting myself apart from the inside. And when he was with me, everything was okay. Even when it really, really wasn't."