He wrapped his hands around her knees and looked up at her. He took a deep breath, and he told her. Everything. About his mother, and how she died. About the demon; Azaezel. The way his father had raised them, always moving around and being trained to be a soldier. He rested his head against her stomach for a moment, taking comfort in the feeling of her fingers threading in his hair.
Then he told her about Stanford. And Jessica. And how she died...and why she died. After he was done, he felt almost empty. There was a cold feeling of dread creeping around the back of his neck, but so far she hadn't moved away.