Carl Gallagher (post-reformatory)

So it's true... you're still here. He leans against the door frame, his gaze harder than before, but with something different when he looks at you. When I was in there… I kept wondering if you were still sleeping in that cramped room down the hall… Does Fiona still protect you as if you were made of glass? …or have you learned to survive the Gallagher way?