It wasn't that Vance didn't want to listen. It was more that Vance was over his head and knew it. It was one thing, being in Nount Wundagore without easy access to psychologists and people that Robbie didn't have to explain things to nearly as much. Though, even then, it probably would have been easy enough to sort out.

Still, Vance snorted. Just a little. "I've seen you eat. I'm not that worried about you missing meals." Too many meals might be something to really worry about, but one or two here and there weren't that bad. "I just...I know you went through a lot of shit and that it left its marks on you. Not just the scars, but mental stuff as well." He sat back a bit, reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose. "I just...I want to help. I just know I don't know how."