It's okay.

[ He bites his lip a moment, irritation muted from weeks of being beaten down but persisting nonetheless. ]

I don't know why this place picks certain memories. It makes us feel guilty because we hate to see each other get hurt. And we feel powerless, and like there's nothing we can do... But at the same time, it feels like an excuse. "Why can't I make things better?"

[ Now he's rambling.

He sighs, getting up and settling a hand on their shoulder. ]

It's frustrating.