"You're right, I don't know. I don't know anything!" He cried back, he wasn't even sure why he was mad at her. Maybe he was mad at himself. Mad that he couldn't help her, didn't know how to help her. He had never gone through anything like this. Half the time he preferred to forget about the ugliness that was outside.
He turned away and braced his hands on the counter. Suddenly this whole business and the readings and everything seemed so damn pointless. "I'm sorry I can't help you."