So.. we should talk. The last time I tried this you switched subjects on me. Then it was okay. Now... I know you feel bad but I can't help but think, what if it had been Clint. Or Sophia. Or Tim... Or someone more squishable and unused to the pummeling of big fists.
You don't scare me, but I'm afraid for them. If you don't get help it could be one of them. I don't want to guilt you into this. But if that's what it takes.
I'm thinking about starting a group. For the people who can't sleep. For whatever reason. And I want you to help me start it. Because next time it could be someone that can't fix themselves with a switch of flesh. And I don't want you to go through what that would do to you.