[Nothing. Hah. Patent bullshit; they all know it.]

I hate… that he ever went away at all.

[Hands released, Aubrey wipes lightly at her eyes. More left over.]

Sometimes when I’d talk to him, for hours and hours, I’d feel like… maybe he wasn’t listening anymore. Not that I can blame him.

I wish… he’d felt like he could talk to us, too.

[It wasn’t his fault.]