[ He throws a hand in the air, after wiping his eyes, baby oil smeared over his face. He looks up at Caitlin, vision a little blurry. ]

What can I do? This is what I've got to deal with. I'm sure it's temporary, but in the meantime, I'll survive. I'll work from home, until it fixes itself.

[ No point crying over spilt milk, and after all, it's his own mistake. ]