He was called Hadder. [ her voice cracks, trailing off his name in a whisper, mouth twisting uncertainly as she tries to squash down the sudden wave of grief. there is a reason she prefers to shove her emotions down until they're small and manageable. this does not feel manageable. ]

He was a moron and all he knew how to cook was bunn and all he wanted to do was fly, but he was sweet and gentle and he didn't care that I was -- [ weird, violent, paranoid, skittish, sullen, taciturn. she clearly struggles for the right adjective, helplessly settling on: ] Me.