He leaned into Eliot, closing his eyes and pressing his face against his skin. "Thanks." He said quietly after a few minutes, lifting his head to look at Eliot. "I haven't talked to anyone about...any of that in a long time. It felt good to get it off my chest for once." He leaned in, kissing Eliot softly before leaning back against the headboard again.

"So, you know, you can't really pull that whole monster card on me. I been to hell, buddy, and I did some fucked up shit there. If anyone...if anyone here is the monster its me." He pulled Eliot, getting the man to lie down with him. "And until Sam figures all this crap out you're stuck with me." He looked down, shrugging a shoulder.

"Damn it Sammy needs to hurry up with the damn whiskey." He mumbled, snagging the bottle of Jack and taking a long swig.