I think Maddox has his head screwed on right.
He can see through all the bullshit.
I like him.
I'd risk a further comment, but I'm sure if I dared to try and form an opinion, Maddox might storm over here and find a box to put me in. He'd tear me to shreds with his rapier tongue.
I've worked too hard trying to convince everyone that I'm beyond classification to allow for that to happen. I'm special. I'm important. I'm unique. Remember?
Beth Robbins on the other hand. Poor lady, she has no idea. I'd tell her, but then there's that whole meaning in language thing to consider...
John (Lonely. Insane. And fucking way smarter than you.) Elliot.