"People who start seriously contemplating suicide should probably have professional help." He says it straight, somewhat clinical. That way it doesn't sound so close. It doesn't sound like the howl of emotions inside. It sounds like it's happening to someone else.

Spending time somewhere in with all the nice amenities tight and quiet with his boyfriend. He supposes he can't say no. "What use does a closed off city have for a hotel?" But that's beside the point. "Okay. A few days for us. To settle and relax and...forget. A bit." He licks his lips. "North should know. If we're going to get the kitchen fixed. That the kitchen is a mess right now."