He drops his hand away; it doesn't even really feel like it's attached to him anymore. He has these moments, still, where his body feels like an alien thing in which he's trapped, but this isn't one of those. This is just... numb uselessness.

"I'm not sure why you think I can give you that," he says finally. He wonders if his voice sounds as tired as it feels. "And I don't need you to be fucking supportive. I don't want that. I just wanted..." He half-turns away, scrubbing his hands over his face. "I got no one to talk about this with. Okay? He sure as shit doesn't want to, and you..."

He breathes out another shaky laugh, ducking his head. "You always got me. Always. You always understood, even if you hated it. Except for Florence, you're kinda the only one who ever has."