[He's patient, at least. He waits even when the more unkind thoughts try to pull at the edges, he holds firm. He's rarely shied from uncomfortable truths, even if they hurt him or someone else.

That doesn't stop the small burst of relief when Scott speaks and even says 'you're right.' Those words always put a twist in his stomach.]

Well...maybe I can I help. There might not be a 'set answer' but we can try it. For starters: you've handled just about everything...except sounds like maybe you've not given yourself chance to breathe.

[He steels himself a second and moves a step closer with a hand out between them.]

Maybe a hug to start?