[He jerks his head in a nod, appreciating the honesty. At least she didn't lie and try to make him feel better. A choked, miserable noise squeezes it's way out of his throat and he buries his face against Chuck's wet, tangled hair, tears gleaming on his face in the eerie red light of his artificial eye. He feels like he can't breathe, like all the pain and misery and loss is suddenly crushing him until nothing else exists. Out in the water at least he had distractions, had to focus just enough on keeping afloat to keep this all at bay. But now they're safe and nearly dry and there's someone else to confirm that maybe she really is gone and it's just too much.
He's been doing so much better lately between the anti-depressants and just being here and how much better his life is in this place but suddenly it's like that's all gone, he's back down in the dark again, back to that place inside him where everything hurts all the time and nothing ever gets better. It's like there's some sort of huge horrible timer ticking down until tomorrow when he gets to find out if he can be happy again or if this is it, forever, or at least until he decides he's done with it all.]