We don't really talk about it. About what he is. It pisses me off when we do, and I think that it pissing me of makes him feel like he needs to apologise for what he is or justify himself and that's the whole problem and- ugh.

[ He keeps being wrong. Grumble grumble grumble. But fine. Fine. That's not the point. The point is that something physiological inside Adrian makes him experience everything with much more intensity than anyone was prepared for. ]

I don't know the details, but I know it was hurting him. And I was scared, I suppose. That he'd do something stupid. That he'd run up to the nearest Moon Knight and demand to be locked up for that whole mess. Or that we'd go to sleep and I'd wake up and he wouldn't.

It's not- I'm not saying it was trouble, or that I mind it. I was just- It was hurting him. And there wasn't anything I could do.