[Dirk listens to that. Quietly, he reaches out a hand for Dave. Dave doesn't have to take it, but it's there, on the roof edge between them.]

I haven't. Sometimes I feel a gut deep despair, like everythin' is terrible and it's my fault and nothin' I will do can change it. Even then, though, I keep tryin' to do somethin'.

I'm just terrified that every time I try, I break something essential. I tried when we talked on Monday, and all I did was do more damage. I'm frozen in terror because I can't figure out how to try without destroying it all instead.