Ferb looked at his husband and blinked. No beating around the bush, no nothing. He put his hands on his legs and sat down on the floor, furthest away from her. "It's okay if you take a while to answer." He noticed her tugging on her hair, trying to work it out of the root. "Have they given you anything to cover - a scarf?" He wondered if dying her hair would be therapeutic for her. Shaving her head even seemed like a good idea.