How did he get here?

Nestled in your arms, being comforted as if he were a child. He shouldn't like it, in fact he should be smashing your face into the wall the moment you pulled him in.

But for some reason, he can't stop himself from wanting more. He hates that he loves you. He wants to hate you. He wants to mean the words, "I hate you."

He doesn't.

What is it about you that's so special?