He set his jaw and looked down at him. This was the only time when his height was impressive enough to mean anything between them. "I don't want to be that guy that walks out!" he yelled right back, "I don't want to leave you. And no one said I wasn't able to love you. I am just not able to love you the right way. Not because I don't feel it. Not because I don't want to. Only because I've never known what it was like to have that and love came in the flavor of broken wrists and bruises!"

He'd learned long ago what his problem was. He'd learned that he was basing relationships on what he saw with his step dad. Maybe that wasn't enough to ruin him forever, but it royally fucked him up and he had no way of changing it now. At least he'd lost hope long ago.