[ This is the thing: he gets constantly frustrated, but he also deflates just as fact, when he sees her like this. He climbs onto the bed, sitting behind her, and pulling her in, kissing her hair. ]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I just - you were really drunk, and needed to sleep, and I needed to look into what you told me. I wanted to make sure I understand it, and that I can be. That I can be there for you, through it.

[ He sighs into her hair, closing her eyes. ]

I don't think you're crazy. You're demanding, but that's not a bad thing. I just... I feel like I'm constantly doing you wrong, and you resent me for it. That you'd be happier with someone else. It fucks me up, and makes me fuck up.