"Dexter, you are not the monster you think you are. To me… you … you are beautiful." Miguel was looking deeply at Dexter. He had his face in his hands forcing him to look him in the eyes. Dexter swallowed hard. Miguel continued "I see you Dexter. I see the bad you do and the way you try to make it into something good." "No, nope. I'm a monster and I know I am, this just proves it. Gah! I was so sure that he was the right one." Miguel scooted closer to Dexter "You are not a monster. If you must call yourself that word, then you should at least know that you are a different kind of monster." Miguel pulled Dexter into his arms as he continued to listen to Dexter rant. Occasionally he would tell him none of what he said was true. Dexter was slowly feeling better about his fuck up. It wasn't long before Dexter fell asleep in the arms of Miguel. Soon after he was out Miguel fell asleep.