[ It's something. More than he hoped for and that she isn't putting value into it at this point kind of helps. He's in a weird place where he wants to talk about it because it makes his existence miserable, but he doesn't want to talk about it because so far, so few have even almost understood what it's about even at the most simple, basic level.
He takes a drag off the cigarette, releasing it in a slow plume. ]
Sounds like we're all broken people here, in our own way. [ Less hostile than he'd like, but he doesn't have the energy for it. ] What can you do, huh?