"I'm..." Parrish sighed and looked down for a moment. His eyes closed, he took a breath. "I'm all right. It's not so bad. Really."
It wasn't. He hadn't killed people because of the beast inside him. He'd been involved in some pretty weird stuff, sure. But that was life in Beacon Hills.
"I mean, it's a lot to deal with especially the way it's coming at me. But it's not so bad that I can't focus on you for a little while."