Why do you always ask me that? I don't know. I get up and avoid it because I don't know. I need distractions, but those aren't - they're short-term. [ He finally looks at her again, for a little bit. He's never actually dealt with anything before, Max. His parents died, he drank and worked. Kidnapped, betrayed, tortured, he transformed himself into a superhero and didn't look back at all. Dying by his own hand, as many other risks as he can possibly take, even pushing away people who would have made him try to deal with it. He's never had to handle it, and never did because he didn't know how and nobody told him, 'Step one, you gotta -' And because he didn't know, he never did, and he never did because he didn't know, and now it's as self-sustaining as this tower in NYC. ]