[And at that, Fitz shrinks down altogether. His voice trembles, lowering to a scant whisper. He's not had enough to drink at the pint's almost empty. Maybe he's already had too much and that's why he's still talking in the first place.]

He didn't want to get involved. I forced him. Nobody ought to have known about what we did together. Everything that happened to him came after I saw something I oughtn't have seen.