...I don't know. Maybe? [ his shoulders sink inward. ] I think it's more the opposite, but the same kind of goes for you. It's complicated. Everything's always so complicated. [ he drags one of his legs up to his chest, keeping an arm around it, so he can hold it in place as he rests his chin on his knee. ] ...as soon as you think you've got it all figured out something happens that fucks it all up.