"Nobody's ever wanted to take care of me before," Sean said with a sad smile. "Know what's worse? Having someone I desperately want to take care of me except he doesn't deserve someone as broken and worthless as me."
He shook his head. "Sorry, I'm sure you don't want to be hearing any of my issues. I'll blame the pain." Because the alcohol had sure as shit worn off sometime around when Chris had been pushing his way into Sean.
"I'm Sean, by the way." Because God, he had manners. Sometimes.