"No, you shouldn't have come here with an apology. Because you didn't fucking do this, Cassie. You've got nothing to be forgiven for and if you're feeling guilty, that's not on me to fix. Because I had a goddamn slug in my head. But if you want to be here as a supportive friend? Someone that can say 'that really fucking sucks, Poison, are you okay?' - that would be nice."

He looks at her, all sharp edges and desperation and rawness. "But if you want absolution, I'm not the person to get it from."