[He's staring at a piece of paper. Staring for - for a really long time, long enough that she's sure he can't realize how long it's been, long enough for her throat to close on all the things she wants to say. And then he speaks again and she moves back to his side, meaning to throw her arms around him again, to reassure him that she'll never give up on him -

and instead she shoves him, hard. Eyes dark and bright and full of hurt.]

That's bullshit! You think I'm gonna go easy on you? You think I'm gonna back off and leave you alone so you can just waste away like a fucking coward and not feel guilty? Bad fucking news, Shepherd. I'm really, really bad at giving up.