[It all falls apart once he's being held. That attempt at distance, that violent memory of his argument with Isaac. He's too far gone to ignore sentiment- it's here. There's affection and desire and friendship and all those little things he'd thought himself above or beyond or too far down the path of apathy to ever feel for himself in full. And yet here with an annoying little man from a world entirely unlike his own, he's found it. With him and his Eugene and their good humor and kind words and gentleness.

Everything he'd never thought he deserved offered so easily.]

It didn't fade. What I felt for Max I felt for you and Eugene and it did not fade. I am poison, Jack. Good men do not live long around me.