"Your father must have been an intelligent man." He did envy that. Educated. To grow up this close to someone with actual knowledge instead of the deprivation he felt, that seemed like a gift. Edward took the bottle and then sat down on the sofa that he'd freed up. He took a sip, clearly not put out by the taste. Cheap whiskey would still do the trick.

"Is that your area of interest? The study of the human mind." It was intriguing, he couldn't deny that. "I noticed a few patterns with your book collection."

Horror, psychology, philosophy.