"My sisters.." He chortled a little quieter and his grey eyes twinkled brightly, "they were in there often!" Terrence laughed again and said, "Seven years each." His laughter paused for a moment and he narrowed his gaze. "Wayne Hopkins. Should I have known this.. this... heathen?"
He probably was crazy, good crazy, but crazy any ways. "I am not alright." Terrence put his hands over his head and grabbed at her legs again, "I need you."