[It makes sense and it doesn't. Junkie. Dope. Of course it happens. Maybe he's kidding himself, thinking he wouldn't have done it. A shadow crosses his face as that sinks in. Why's he even trying to make sense of his own brain anymore? It lies to him as much as anybody else does.
no subject
He swallows.]
You found me. You found me... like that.
[The way he'd found Jane.]