What Squee wants the most are stories: the beginnings, the ends, all the stuff in between. He is sharply aware of not being very good at life so he'd like to study the lives of others and see if he could get better through imitation.
Most people don't tell him things. A little boy with the most omnivorous, voracious eyes since Harry Potter usually flies right under everyone's radar. The best stories he gets are from Johnny, from Pepito; a homicidal maniac and the Antichrist. They're horrible ones, about smiting and writhing sinners and enormous tapeworms that lodge in the guts of small children and suck all their juices out and the economy of Hell and the end of the world via MTV and carbonated beverages but when you're starving you take what you can get. Nny especially likes to tell him things: he sits at the foot of the bed, a gaunt, hollowed scarecrow man, and pours out the words. None of the stories have happy endings but Squee is intensely aware that he probably won't have a happy ending either, no matter how hard he tries. And at night, on the edge of being asleep, drinking the tales in... it doesn't matter so much. It's just good to know he's not alone.