David winced. Darn. He hadn't meant to be too weird about this. Was he being weird? He'd only ever tried to help people he didn't know before, and of course he cared about them, but it wasn't the same. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking out loud," he said quickly, backpeddling furiously. Of course, Patrick wouldn't want that. He felt bad enough as it was. And David indulging while Patrick suffered- what kind of message was that sending? A bad one, that's what.
"I've never- I've never seen a saint- or any immortal- go through anything like this. I don't know- What do you want to do?" David asked, trying to get his words right.