"Aint you just the prettiest little thing?" he cooed at Kia despite the harsh sting on the side of his face when Tatum applied the cool cloth.
"Stain everything..." he laughed once. "My life is a stain T. Like I said no one talks about the people I love like that..." he trailed off, looking at Kia sadly.
"I just keep thinkin', something is wrong, ya know?" he went on more quietly. "Like if God really loves me an' I aint supposed to be the way I am... it just don't fit. Someone's wrong and it's either me or everyone else. I just... why would God make me love Seth the way I do if I wasn't supposed to? Why would I smile like a goofy asshole every time I'm with him if I weren't supposed to? Why would it hurt to be away from you and the little miss if y'all was wrong? I tried Tate, I tried not to love him but he's the only thing that makes me feel like... like me. I even tried not to love you," he lifted his face to reveal tears in his eyes.
"How can... how can bein' true make you a bad person? I mean, I'm a bad person, it's kinda ironic that the only good in me comes out when Seth is around. It makes me wonder if I had just been honest maybe I wouldn'ta gone bad the way I did... now... now I'm just tired of lying, tired of having to hide and having to act like I do."
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