“It was that nothing, that silence, that Colin would appreciate the most, on reflection. No “there, there,” no “it’s okay,” none of that fucking bullshit. It wasn’t okay, it was something horrible, to hear a noise in your mind and turn instinctively, and see all the feelings you’d kept out of your line of sight all your life, like beasts clamoring in their pen, sensing a weakness in the fence, demanding release, now, now, now”