Thanks be to EBT.
He brings his knees up, places his elbows on them, and puts his head in his hands.
"I know you want a reason. Fuck, I want a reason. A reason would make things easier. A reason can be fixed. But I don't have one. I can't give you one."
He turns to look at me, but all I can do is look at the road beneath me.
"I made a mistake. I can't take it back, and I can't explain it. I wish I could. But it happened, and I didn't stop it. I could've, but I didn't. And I hated what I was doing, so I took my fuck-ups out on you."