“You think the only way to show somebody affection is by fucking them?” Kaeva asked.
Eddie shook his head. “Well, when you put it that way, of course I—” The head shake became a nod. “Maybe. Yeah. Maybe. It’s a normal thing, Kaeva. I know you don’t see that, but it’s…”
Kaeva didn’t say anything, and he went out the back door onto the porch. He picked up his latest wood carving, the one he’d been working on before he realized he needed to do something physical or he’d come out of his skin pondering the problem of Eddie. He went back inside and nearly ran over Eddie, who’d been on the way to chasing Kaeva.