[ Grell takes in the sight before her with some wonder - along with it, however, are equal parts distress and aggravation.

With care, she wipes her fingers across his wetted cheeks, before taking his face in her hands. ]

You must hear me; I don't pity you, I love you. Denying yourself truths like this is what keeps you suspended in this cycle. Accept your sadness, deny it power over you, and listen to those you trust, damn it...