[Michael isn't sure what he's expecting in response. Maybe for Harlan to say that he's being dramatic, or something about how shitty it is that he's got such a bad grip on things. Harlan's been dealing with it his whole life, it's probably a lot worse for him, and at first that's what Michael thinks he's about to hear.

What he doesn't think he's about to hear is someone cutting him some slack. He doesn't know how to react to that. He's killed two people. He doesn't deserve slack.]

Two and a half years. But before- [Hm. Does he mention the blood thing? Harlan's mentioned way worse urges, and he's already admitted to murder, himself... Nah. He's not touching that one. It's not the same as a murderghost.]

I haven't told anybody. Not before now. I'm pretty sure they'd just think I was nuts, and therapy's not going to fix this.

[It never did before, anyway, even with the non-supernatural stuff.]