[ A few words tumble over in his head as he looks at Charlie lie down on her bed, looking for all she's worth like some Shakespearean tragedy heroine - in a plastic dress, that is. ]

If it's so hard for you to be with me, we can just - not, you know.

[ That's not what he wants to say, but it comes out, through frustration, some fear. Tired of having the same conversation over and over. He's being petty and just as childish as she is, but he's tired. ]

You can find someone you can be in public with, if that's all you care about. Obviously what I can offer you is not enough.