[ She's not wrong. He tries but lately it seems like the more he does, the harder it gets. Like they're only trying to recreate something that isn't there anymore because although they've had some good times since he came back — he's never denied that — they're so few and far between. Something else happens. Something else keeps her away or him up at night and the more it builds, the harder it gets to talk about it.
Maeve didn't help. Tyki certainly didn't. This, yesterday... he's scared that might've been the straw to break the camel's back. At least in their own bed, with the door closed, lights out, he could reach and often find his way back to that feeling he had before they sent him away. It helped a little, like ointment spread on a bad burn and he figured, as long as they could have that maybe it was just a matter of holding out until it healed better.
Yesterday, he didn't even feel safe in their own bed. Today, he's starting to think he might have to come to terms with some hard truths. ]
He needs us, Kitty. This can wait. [ A little longer. They don't have to have this conversation right now. ]