"No. I'm better at taking care of other people than I am at dealing with my own shit."

And he's pretty sure Jack knows that, if only because he's never made a huge deal out of the fact that Jack just sometimes goes to see the Iron Bull. Poison doesn't get it, but he doesn't have to, because it's about Jack and something he needs, not him.

Poison sighs and lolls his head back to look at the ceiling, and then a little further to look at where his hands are attached to the headboard.

"I'm not good at being a person."