“The times I thought you loved me most were when I thought you needed me most,” he says. “It’s like I don’t know the difference between someone needing me and me loving them.” “I don’t think that’s pathological, Tom. It’s okay to need people, and it’s nice to be needed. It all sounds human to me. Loving someone who needs you is safer, isn’t it? It’s like entrusting someone with an organ, a part of yourself, you know.” “Showing your belly, I guess.” “Like when a cat lies on its back?” I ask. “I like that.”
