"No," Liam said, low. "You don't. Not really." Now that she had looked away and he didn't have to look straight into those eyes full of hurt, he could really focus on what was important. "I told you that... this is a problem with me," he said slowly, "that it's not the first time it's happened. It started when I was about ten. Some stuff was happening at home, with my parents... I didn't know how to deal with it. Brian says the anger is like... like a manifestation. I did a lot of things I'm not proud of. I got kicked out of two schools. I hurt people."
He bit his lip for a moment. "I should have told you," he said. "Only I... it'd been so long since anything had happened, I'd been doing sort of okay and I thought... well, I didn't think. And when it happens, I don't... it's hard to explain, but I don't have any control over it. I don't have a chance to try and calm down. I just get so angry and I start hitting out at anyone I can find and doing crazy stupid shit..." he shuddered. "You guys shouldn't have had to deal with that."