Stavanger Bay What I know tomorrow, I'm learnin' today

It was so much, and he’d clearly been carrying it all silently. She’d assumed that he was carrying the fear of loss, but there was also apparently death and threats and confessions too. This wasn’t going to be an easy one to address, but it also wasn’t her job. They’d never spoken before today. How could she know what to say?

Maybe she could still help, but in a different way. One that fell more in line with the way she’d learned to help those who were not friends, but were going through troubled times.

How do you think you fall short, in what she needs from you? She asked, carefully not accusatory. She wanted to know the things he thought were his fault and the ways he felt he’d failed. She knew the expectations he had for himself were undoubtedly unrealistic, and not standards he held Reverie to. She just needed to let him see it too.