He chooses his words, carefully, weighing them out, one by one- heavy enough to agree there is indeed a problem, but light enough to avoid any obligations to change anything he is currently doing or saying, (or not doing or not saying). Even a half-assed compromise is a stretch he can't cover, so he agrees to nothing, promises nothing, just looks at the ground, and waits for her to stop talking.
Hoping it will be enough, yet another time, he walks away, without looking back. Looking back is for those that have the energy to do it; he does not. Or maybe he just doesn't want to see the need written plainly on her face, knowing it is more than he can handle, even if he weren't lost to a disabling depressive episode, which he is.
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