"How do I make my friend understand that? He thinks I'm around to kill him, because he had an accident once, and I think that translates to me wanting to kill him somehow. I asked him to come to the hospice, but he won't, and he needs watching after. He's not so good on his own," she explained simply. She chuckled a moment later. "Man, you got a bum rap tonight, huh? Playing counselor in a cemetery. Tell me something about you, so I don't feel limitless amounts of guilt that will keep me awake all evening. Any kids? Siblings that hate you for abandoning them in their time of need? People who eschew the benefits of pastels?"