He shook his head lightly. He suddenly wanted to go to bed, but he knew that it wasn't because he was tired. It was just another attempt at withdrawing.

"I'm trying," he muttered, not certain what exactly he meant, only that it was true. He was trying. To be better, to do better.

"It is foolish, but... I keep wishing that there could be more nights when we did not have to talk about everything that is so wrong."