[He catches the wince and guilt twists his his stomach. He shouldn't have snapped, none of this is Fern's fault. None of this is Fern's fault. He takes a deep, shaky breath, letting it out closing his eyes and trying to calm down. Trying to ignore the amber that's started to appear around the loft space.

Quietly and frightened, he puts a voice to something that's been worrying him for weeks. ]

I...I don't know if anything is gonna help. I've tried so much and it just... it eases it for a little while and then it just comes back. I don't know what else to do about it.