One.

[ And Bruce. ]

Okay, two. They weren't...

[ Helpful? Alcohol friendly? Mood friendly? They made him short fused, snappish-- ]

They did more harm than help.

I don't need to be told what's wrong with me, I know what's wrong, and I tried to fix it I just---

[ The balance does tip for a moment, from cool and sleeplessly doped up to rather short, almost frustrated. Not with her. Never with her. Just with his situation. ]

This works.