"You'll forgive me if I'm not wanting to drink right now," Grady replied. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to get a grip on things.
"Yeah, exactly," Grady said, "No offense but how do I known I can trust you? Fuck, and what is realty versus what is fiction? And yeah, how do I protect Persephone? How do I protect myself?" Should he ever be asking her this? Who did he find to talk to about this? He needed to talk to Persephone about this stat. She needed to know. How could he tell her without sounding crazy? He felt crazy already. He swore again, running his hands through his hair again.