"Trust me, I don't condone it either. If I didn't get it before it all went dramatically horrible, I do now." He offers that willingly, without sounding terribly much like he's martyring himself, he hopes.

He shakes his head at the offer, even if he appreciates it. His expression looks a little apprehensive at the idea of it, tired even. "Maybe later I'll take you up on it. I'm not really up for it right now. Not for a while anyway." There's only so many times he can deal with being insulted from head to toe, he gets it enough from himself.

"I mean, if you want to talk to her I won't stop you. I kind of pointed my sister at her." He admits, drawing his arms in to fold them loosely over his chest. "She's a psychiatrist. Handling this sort of stuff is her shtick. Kind of seems like Eponine could use it."