Well, maybe that was the problem. Maybe Liz should go elsewhere, drop his sad, pathetic, messed-up ass and actually be somewhere with someone who wasn't constantly randomly disappearing for unknown lengths of time. Someone actually normal and well-adjusted who wasn't just a big old ball of hang-ups and self-doubt, someone who wasn'r just made to be discarded, or to be a monster, what if he really did become the monster he was meant to be one day? How much better off would she be without him?

His view of the ceiling became blurry as he felt hot tears stinging his eyes again.

"Yeah, okay," he said. "Maybe. We'll see how I feel then..."

Spoiler alert: it was going to be exactly how he felt now.