I never said I wasn't trying. I think...that's a lot better than giving up.

[because then you're just admitting that things really will never get better. hope is awful, but he'll cling to what he gets. it's all he has left.

he doesn't acknowledge her last statement for another minute and a half, thinking things over to himself, silently.]

I, uh. I never told you that story, did I? 'm sorry. I think I fell asleep. I can't really remember.