"You aren't a monster." He says it carefully, so she understands he means it, that he's considered it. He can't tell her he's seen what monsters look like, seen them change from normal children into devils, he can't say that because he can't bear to think of Jack like that yet, as a boy beyond saving.

He swallows a little thickly but resists the temptation to reach for the glass again and down the rest of the booze.

"If it helps, to remember why and who, when and how, keep doing it." He tells her, and gently, slowly reaches across to touch her hand.