"I wish I could understand why you have so much faith in that loser I used to be. You keep believing all these ridiculous things about him. I was him. He didn't have a brave bone in his body. He was a saint who felt so alone he sought out the comfort of people as damaged as he was. Did you know he paid someone to hurt him." Patrick looked superior then. It was only a bit of a lie. Patrick hadn't actually paid the man to be rough with him, but he had continued to seek out his company.