Because I get to write things like this, Nick talking to Leo about Eddie:
“You need to be able to hold a space in the world for him to kneel at your feet, even when all you’re doing is drinking your coffee, and that’s what Lucy can do. But he needs you to hold a space where he is also safe while you’re fucking his face ruthlessly, and telling him he’s just a hole to be used. Do you see now why you couldn’t be what he needed before?”
“I didn’t know all that,” Leo said, struggling, forehead lined with frustration.
“You know it now. Can you find the place in your body that can make humiliation and brutality an act of love, a gift for a man who would give you the skin off his back if you needed it?”
“I don’t know.”
I. Love. This. Job.