Why are you here, Charlie? Sitting in the dark with a bad man like me?” “You’re not a bad man, Finn. You’re a goddamn wreck, but you’re not bad.” “What do you know—” “I know my brother wasn’t bad when he punched walls and screamed curses and panicked in crowds! He wasn’t bad, he was broken. So are you. So is Eve. So was I when I flailed my time away in school either crying in bed or sleeping with boys I didn’t like.” I stared at Finn, trying so hard to make him see. “What’s broken does not have to stay that way.”
