Galen laughs sadly and hugs her back, mindful of her arm. Not a lot of people know that, about him; he doesn't like to talk about what happened to his mom, not with anyone but people he trusts. And hardly anyone knows exactly how scared he is of losing that grip on reality, even if it is treatable. He's not even sure Jesse knows -- or maybe he does, now.

"I don't know. I don't know what else it could fucking be, Kenz, and -- and maybe he just couldn't deal." That thought hurts almost as much as the idea of all this finally happening. "Maybe -- maybe I get paranoid, and I don't even realize what's happening, and I push him away -- I don't fucking know." He sniffs again, sighs. "I'm sorry, this is just -- the one thing I -- fuck. Sorry."