I wish I could tell you. But that's something you've got to figure out for yourself after you lose someone. We all deal with things differently.

[One way? Was to talk it out.

Come on, Leatherhead. The bed's as good a place to sit as any. If he can lead the other to it he will, but either way, he'll remain standing in front of him.

Bee won't patronize him and tell him it'll hurt any less tomorrow. Or the day after. But Leatherhead will get better at getting by.]

Tell me. About what you wanted to do.