So.

You looked at each thing I handed you for so long, as if it could save you from drowning, from speaking.

In the end I got exactly what I wanted, so why am I... less than thrilled? Maybe it's because I wish it had been my decision, my initiative, maybe I feel a bit dragged about.

Or maybe it's just normal wear and tear. I think you're feeling it too. Maybe more than I am. And... it's okay. It's for the best. Absolutely.