Yeah... yeah. God. [if he won't laugh, she will, dry and breathy and tired.]

Don't know how many times I'm gonna need to hear that I shouldn't be doing all this alone before it sticks. But thanks. Just for, like. God. [she doesn't even know how to say this.] Helping me realize all of this stuff, one after another, constantly. It's like getting in the ring with a heavyweight and just getting the shit kicked out of me.

[and hopefully her smile comes through in her voice.] But in a good way.