[It's not a weird question, although the timing does catch him. He glances at Dave for a moment. After a while, he breathes out and just. Lays down in the sand, why not.]

Hinata called me out for being willing to tear myself up for the sake of people I love, so that was a slap to the hypocrisy. Roxy's trying to recover from her relapse. Jake blames himself for everything that goes wrong no matter how hard I try to convince him otherwise. I'm pretty sure that I'm the only thing keeping him from cutting and running, which is simultaneously a relief and a point of guilt. The aliens are unsettling me, and I hate myself whenever I take a break from working on that unless it's to do something for you guys. I'm feeling pretty helpless in the face of all of it and people keep telling me that it isn't my responsibility, which I know, and knowing that and feeling like crap anyway makes me angrier at myself.

There's probably more but that's what's on the mind.