"I know who your self is, Joe. Don't I? I'm your best friend. So, eh, I reckon it can't do that much harm, not with me right there. I can keep you in check." He tried a smile once more and there was the urge, for the first time, to take off the glasses. But he knew better than to risk that, when he was only now slowly building up some trust.

When Joe was the only person to ever not recoil or otherwise react in a way he hated to his eyes and he didn't want to ruin that fragile memory. The way Joe used to look at him. "I reckon it's for the best just trying to be yourself. We can figure it out together. No medication."