[If Psii was crossing any boundaries, they weren't TJ's. He sighed, closing his eyes against the touch. It really was different to him, in a way he didn't know how he would explain to Amal but knew he would have to, eventually.]

Well, about all this murder... stuff. I mean, shit dude, I know how fucked up he was about it. When I first got here, we couldn't even, like, fuck without him havin' a panic attack...

[TJ got quiet for a moment, wondering if Amal would have been okay with him telling someone about that. Though if he was being honest, a slight pressure felt lifted off his own chest.]

N' I didn't care, you know? Shit, I... l-love him, man, it's more than just that stuff, but then he was saying how he was ready to move on, and I guess it just--just still hurts in a way he wasn't lettin' me see.

[He raised his pupils, looking at Psii without moving his head.]

N' I'm gonna have to give him a better low down on you n' me. I think all that feeling shit made him... draw some conclusions or somethin'.