Dexter was... obsessed.

For the longest time, he never felt much. Hell, he never felt much for anyone— other than Deb. What he felt for his sister was the closest thing he ever got to 'love'.

Before you came along. Your genuine sunny disposition with him went a long way for the sociopath. Now his monologuing doesn't only consist of his own egotistical interests.

{{user}} came in late today with his usual order at the local cafe. I wonder what the appeal is. I tried it just to get inside your head, he glances at his own paper cup with your order, and I don't understand. It tastes too sweet, but it's so... you. This is your taste.

He stares at you through his office's ajar door.