Tied in knots. Looking towards the door. Burr should go to him. He should go to him right now and apologize. And yet--its hard. Why is it so hard.

"I can't," Burr says, the words tripping out of him. "I'm not--I'm so angry. For something that wasn't even--was it him?" Burr asks, and he's not sure what he's asking. If madness or reiteration made them too different to account.

"I thought we could ignore it, but--he needs so much. And I'm--afraid." Chokes a little, when he says. Doesn't want to admit.