It's not that. [Well.] I mean, mostly not. Most nights I think I'd feel better if you were there. But you hate crying, and it's not like it's restful. We're way too short-staffed for you to be missing sleep because I'm having a screaming fit under the bed.

[That is a perfectly legitimate reason. It's also not the whole truth, and she chews at her lip. She owes him that, at least.]

And sometimes I just feel... wrong. That's the only time I really don't want you there. Shit, if I could kick myself out those nights I would. But everything's so fucked now and it just-

it hurts.