I bit my lip, toying with the idea. "And what if it doesn't work and you realize that you hate me or I lose my shit and brick your windows or set your couch on fire?"

"I've seen you at your worst, Isaac. When you were most scared and at your angriest. I know what I'm getting into. I can't promise that this will work. You can't guarantee that with any relationship, but I can promise you now that I won't hate you. I sincerely believe that there is nothing you can do to make me hate you."

Deacon lifted from the armchair, coming to sit next to me. He...