Patrick wasn't the best with a needle and thread. I mean, he could sew a piece of fabric onto another piece of fabric. Did it look good? No. Did it at least hold on? Somewhat.

He was hunched over, on the couch, carefully trying to sew patches in. Patrick didn't like tentative tasks that could physically hurt him. They hurt him, physically.

With every bad stitch your soul hurts more. That poor jacket was being tortured. You needed to help his sorry ass. Especially as he poked his thumb again, a drop of blood leaking out.

"Shit!"