[He's silent at that for several seconds, gaze fixed somewhere between the wall and the floor again, and he's... Not sure what he expected, honestly. Not sure what he feels, either, but it's probably for the best that his emotional response is still so muted.

Finally, when he does speak up, it's almost unrelated at first but he does have a point.]

My girlfriend at home, Daisy, she um... She used to get really annoyed with me, and it took me awhile to figure out why, but it was because whenever she'd come to me with something I'd try and tell her how to fix it.

[He misses Daisy so much, but like with so many other people, it's buried so deep that if he doesn't think about it too much then he won't feel it.]

I thought that was how I could help, and in a way it was, but she didn't actually want help; if she did, she'd ask me for advice, or what to do. What she really wanted was just to know that she had a right to feel how she did.

[And that's what he wants, too. He knows how to solve this problem, he just wants to know that he isn't crazy to feel upset.]