Malia
But you don't think I trust you? After agreeing to do this with you, you don't think I trust you?
No, Malia, not maybe. Nothing can fix it. Nothing can fix it and nothing can make me feel better, I know that's not what you want to hear and I'm sorry, but it's true. Nothing can fix it. Nothing can make it better. I wish I could bring her back too. But I can't. No one can. If I can keep moving while knowing that, you don't have to worry about me.
But you suggesting that I don't trust you because I don't want to talk about my dead girlfriend? That can be fixed. That's not okay, Malia. That's really not okay.
Just wait in the shelter, alright? I'll go get your bed and when I bring it in I'll put you in it and make you some tea to make you feel better. Some ginger tea, for your stomach.