"George," Patrick stood again and he went to take hold of his brother's hand. They were so messed up right now, the pair of them. "I'm sorry. I've backslid so much in so little time-" Patrick sighed. "I didn't actually mean to go home with the guy again the first time I saw him after I got dumped. He was just at a bar I was at. And I guess...when he hurts me, I feel like everything is right. I don't have to hate myself because he's taking care of it for me. But you have nothing to be sorry about. It's my fault."
Patrick wished Michael were here. If the angel were around Patrick could confess and Michael would confine him to his apartment again and everything could be okay in a few weeks. Right?