I-- I don't know, [ he admits quietly, distressed. ] I feel like he wasn't this bad at home, but-- but he's been here longer, and he's further along in time than I am, too.

[ he glances down at the surface of the water, trailing fingers through it with a shaky sigh. ]

I know how hungry I am, and the Lonely and the Eye don't feed the same way. What if I'm asking too much? I-- [ he rubs both hands over his face, wilting sadly back against crowley. ] I'm so.. terrible at relationships.