"No, it's not like that! It was– I'll give you that- it was, in the beginning. I've been looking for someone like me, who can do what I do, for years, Mark. Way before I met you. Way before I ever thought about living in Boston."

They're cycling off of each other, the anger, anxiety, who knows what else, but it makes his mouth keep moving anyway. "Your power meant... I had a shortcut to the thing I was looking for, for so long. Because you'd copy it, you'd mimic it and finally, finally somebody could just fucking understand how it felt. I wouldn't have to be alone."

He presses further into Mark's space at that last comment, "Take it back..." his voice is low with a warning edge to it. "Take it back... I am nothing like that bitch."