"Put the cigarette out, Johnny," he said, staring at him, ignoring what he'd said. "You don't smoke in the house because of Alice and if I managed to fuck you up enough that you don't give a shit about that anymore, then my leaving wasn't your biggest problem." He dropped the towel and finally stepped forward again.

"I was leaving you. I was trying to. I thought that leaving would stop me from feeling anything and that you'd survive without me better, but then I found myself face to face with my past, seeing that even she thought I was a fucking idiot and suddenly the fact that your face was constantly behind my eyes every time I blinked had to mean something bigger than me being afraid."