"I've been talking to you. So I don't know what's safe to say, but you haven't asked questions either." Robbie wished there was a guide book for how to talk about his damaged bits with a friend he suspected was similarly messed up. Lacking that, he can only fumble.

"It's easier to think you've always got this because if you're not okay than I'm an even worse person for leaning on you so hard. It's not fair, and I don't want to do it. I want to do some of the supporting, but you don't need people that way. You don't need someone else in the room to distract you with snoring so you can hate that instead of yourself until you fall back asleep. And you -"

He put his head in his hands and continued in a mumble. "You shouldn't have to be the someone holding it together. You're qualified; you need to know that, but...I'm sorry. I know I sandbagged you into reforming the team."