"I don't..." He goes limp in his boyfriend's arms. He's not sure what to do. "... I don't know what I want anymore. I want to help people. ... I just don't... know how anymore. When I'm not playing my part - I know, you said not to say anything about it - I... I don't know what to do."

He takes small breaths, Bob croaking at him quietly from the other side of the room. "I know. I know he's awful. Maybe it's not love. ... Maybe it's just dependence. I don't know how to break that kind of thing. ... I want you to be happy and safe too. I'm just scared that I can't do anything to help."