[She shakes her head and lo and behold, she's crying again.] It's too much, Doctor, I can't...he just screams at me, every time, all the time. I can't talk to anyone, because he thinks I'm talking shit, I can't ask anything, because he thinks I want every answer ever about his life, I can't cry, because that pisses him off.

[She draws in a shaky breath, angrily rubbing at her eyes.] He doesn't want me around, he made that clear. And he's pretty dead-set on nothing's going to change. Said that one at least twice. [Bitter laugh.] Oh, no, sorry, he yelled that, too.