He was her knight in shining armor. He was the one who put up with her when her whole world shot himself in the head.

Bleeding in his tub in the middle of the night.

Watching telly on his couch while he was away.

Being destructive and violent.

Being angry.

Being evil to the core.

Actually, he was the one who made her doubt that she was evil to the core. When she was around him she was different. She was thoughtful. She was quieter. She was better. And when she fumbled and pointed a gun at him or broke a teacup he would just sigh and roll his eyes and rub his face. She would apologize and he would forgive her and they would go on with whatever they were doing.

He made her better.

He had a heart of gold so bright in shone out of him and warmed her. She was rarely thankful for things, but she was thankful for him. He took care of her. He believed in her. She was thankful everyday for his heart of gold.