[Now he has to readjust his towels, good job. It's just fidgeting, really, but eventually he stops himself.]

She needed me to fix her SFC because she crushed it for some inane reason- she wouldn't tell me, and simply continued to mock my craftsmanship. How it was my fault, and such, how I was probably hallucinating things because I'm always solitary.

I... tried to silence her by saying how I had you, still, but she just said the two of you had talked, how easy it was to "step back into old patterns and manners".