“I don’t know, Gordy! I honestly don’t know! And I’m driving myself ten different directions on an empty tank of gas because of it. Yes, I know that these aren’t really reasons for my lack of empathy, and yes, I realise that still doesn’t give me the right to expect anything from you, especially not as compensation for helping or some damn thing, but I’m afraid to come right out and ask if you like me at the risk of making myself look like I’m not the one in control here! Because you really, really seem like you need somebody else to be in control right now.”
“Oh, boy.”
Leo sighed. He looked up. “What?”
“You can’t fix me, Leo.” Gordy shrugged. “You need to get that all the way in your head and make sure it stays there. You may be able to fix a whole lot of things, but you can’t fix me.”
