It was - is - exhausting. You told me you were glad I moved out and I told you not to say that, ever, because I didn't want to hear it or think about it. I know how you meant it, don't bother arguin' that, I'm not a dumbass - you said it was a relief and better for my health and maybe I could sleep but it was exhausting. Not in the sleepin' way.

[ he stops leaning against the glass, but doesn't look over. ]

And it was still a million times better than it would or will be if or when I have to let it go a second time. So - I can only hand you over so many weapons at once. The ones specially prepped to make Dave filet or whatever, I mean. Give me a little longer to sharpen a few more knives before I toss them your way to do with what you will.