He'd like to think he knows himself and has the self-control for trying out new things but he's actually been sleeping and getting through the days have been easier and... Well.

"Yeah. I'm-" His breath lodges in his throat. "fine." He makes eye contact briefly before he lowers his gaze again. Still waiting for the easy way out to rip him to shreds but so far he's still alive and not paying for it.

"It'll pass, won't it? All this." He's talking about the kiddy gloves that have enveloped this town but she could be forgiven for thinking he's referring to what he's going through.