I don't want to set boundaries. I just...I want you to be happy and not worry about me, because I know that out of everythin' in the past few months, I'm the thing that's made you the most unhappy. So...please. Just write me out and we can dial it down to somethin' where I'm not constantly makin' you look like you do right now.

[ whatever that might be. something where they never talk about things like this, maybe, at least not until some hazy far off day where dave isn't jumping backwards at the first sign of an outstretched hand. ]