[Listen, he's not expecting a work of art, so long as he isn't stupidly lopsided anymore.]

I know we can adapt, are adapting. I know we can overcome. It's just a lot at once. Between Yuri and Petuu, and Max and that farce of a trial. This, this isn't about vanity; it's control, and recovery, and maybe it's too soon for control and recovery. I just want the smallest semblance of normality. And it feels so out of reach, even though nothing is ever beyond my grasp.