"Fine, really now?" he questioned, looking at her. He shook his head, taking another drink and staring at the counter for a good long while. A lot of thoughts were swirling around in his head and he hated that. He wasn't one to sit there and think for a good long while, that's part of why he did a rock star. All the planners and coordinators did that for him.
"Look," he started, "I've been coming here for a long while. It wasn't intentional at first, I came in one day when you were singing and it really got to me because of how raw and emotional it was. Sometimes that can be a good thing. Some of the greatest songs and artists came from that kind of emotion and pain. But the truth of the matter is, all those people who made that great music paid a price. Their health, their lives, their sanity, or the ones they loved. I waited to see if it would get any better, if you would pull yourself out of this god damn slump you've forced yourself into. But after all this time, you still haven't."
He stopped for a moment, gathering what else he wanted to say and took another drink before continuing. "I know you don't like to talk about things, or let your emotions go. You bottle them up, and they eat away and you Rox, you know it and I know it so let's just cut the god damned bullshit and put that out there already. I'm not sitting here asking you to open up to me or spill your heart out, but I'm asking you to take a look at yourself. You're depressed. You're not good, you're not great. Being fine is good and dandy for a while, but it's not good enough and you know it. Something's got to give. I know a lot of it is stuff I don't know about. But other things like your mother, and that boy Lysander, and us? It's in the past now love. Even the things back in your real life that are going to happen, that's not here, and that's not now.
I don't hold any hard feelings. I don't hate you, I don't blame you, I love you. You were my best friend Rox. That's why I'm here. I'm not trying to back you into a corner or make you feel horrible about anything, I'm just trying to help. You can say you're fine and you don't need it all you want. But it's not true." He stopped and looked at her. Maybe he should stop now, he really didn't want to make her mad or feel bad and this was a lot to put on a person.