Elliot's eyes snapped to look directly at TJ when he said stop. His stomach dropped further and he was half expecting him to get up and leave. It was all too much. The truth about his life was far more than TJ should be expected to handle, right? He bit down on his lip as if trying to ground himself and hell if some more morphine wasn't tempting just then too but he restrained himself, watching TJ pace which was unsettling and Elliot slowly became more fidgety where he was sitting on the couch.

"Yeah," Elliot said, rubbing the side of his head and looking away from TJ. "Like a virus in my head that I can't get rid of."