He does need to. And that's why I tried to help him. I'm just...

[Listen, sometimes, you're tired of being nice and are all for the possibility of just going apeshit. Especially after this long of being kicked down.]

I'm just tired. He doesn't even let me talk about what bothers me about him before deciding I'm forgiving him and just... hating that for whatever reason.

[She should definitely stop talking. She's not at all holding up appearances and it kind of hurts not to? She's imagining that. Definitely imagining that.]

I didn't have any friends, back home. I thought he was the only one.