[ God, Tony hates conversations like this. It's just- she knows what to say, but not how to phrase it, and hell if she knows if that'll be enough, right? Not that all the misdirected anger is helping. Her hand twitches in her lap, like she was going for his hand and decided against it. ]

I was feeling helpless. I still feel like that. And I thought if I didn't have to think about it and I just made you go away so would the problem, like I'd feel like I knew what I was doing.