If his dad could see him now, he would have beaten 7 shades of shit out of him. He felt his fingers around Edward's neck and wondered if he could ever do something like that. He had the urge, once or twice, to choke out people who wronged him. To stab them, to fight them, to set them on fire. The urge would always be there but was it worth? No. Could he ever look his Holden or Axel in the eye? Not a chance.

His fingers slid from Edward's neck to his shoulder and he held onto them for a moment as he let Edward touch him. "I don't think our sort get the option to not live. Not if we actually want something."

To live was to be extreme, even without any desire to be. "Do you have a condom?"