"I'm sorry, I don't know why I do. I think there might be something poisoning my mind" I feel like I should be ashamed but I've done worse so I'm immune to the feeling. Still, I feel bad. "It's okay" he licks his ice cream "Don't excuse my behavior, that's dangerous" "I'm not excusing it. I know you're fucked in the head. It's okay, I am too" I find comfort in his words. It makes me think that, in our own fucked way, this could work.