"Jesus fuckin' Christ, will you stop calling me that?" he snaps, his voice coming out sharper than he means it to, but he really does hate when people call him by his first name. It makes him feel like a little boy who's in trouble at school or some shit. "And it's emotional constipation to not want to burden everyone with my problems?" He shakes his head. He's always been like this, but Adamson made it worse. Everything had been falling down and it was all he could do to throw up walls as fast as he could to keep the sky from falling.

"Just...believe me, Jack. It isn't your problem. It's mine and I am trying to fucking figure it out so that...I can go back to normal."