*sits down to pull on his shoes and glances over at you with something like exasperation (every day I tried)(I stand outside until the light comes on)*
Look. *rubs the back of his hand over his eyes again (and they are watering a little less now, but Eru, his head)* I don't want you bothering him with any of this. He has enough to worry about and he...he isn't (getting better)(going to talk to me)(mine anymore)... *crosses one ankle over his knee so he can tie his shoe and mumbles dully* It doesn't matter anymore.