"I hate it," Sparkle said, staring back at Atton with eyes that had gone just slightly too wide. He didn't want to be this terrified, knew he'd be safe, if not okay, but he kind of wanted to fetch his pillow and do some more screaming. "I fucking hate it, I'm going to have to see him again. If I do this, if I nail his ass to the fucking wall I'm going to have to go there and stand up and talk about being a fucking victim and I'm going to have to look at him and listen to him and..."

And.

It was Lewis.

Lewis had broken his fucking heart.

But he'd broken his fucking head first.