Why? That's the million dollar question. Why. Every sentence he runs through his head sounds so pathetic, but he doesn't know how to deal with this. He doesn't know how to express it like he should. He didn't ask to be emotionally fucking stunted, but that's the way you survive. Just makes learning this shit all over again that much harder.

"We met at a... Christmas party. She set it up. Thought I'd be smooth as a freshly-waxed hard top and pull a mistletoe move on her, you know? It worked." The smile grows wider for a split second before it vanishes. "Her brother-- Somethin' her brother said. It fucked me up for a while, still does I guess."

Ghoul clears his throat, looking up at the sky instead. "Said I was unworthy of her. I know he's right, I know. Girl like that--" He laughs humorlessly, "Just wanted to know if I ever could be. wanted to know what to do. I figured there was no one better to ask than you."