[ It's hard to focus in this place, Abby thinks, and closes his eyes for a moment. Breathe in, then hold for four. Exhale. His uncle taught him that, too. Sometimes it helps when things get loud. But they're not loud now. Will's not loud at all, just talking, existing. But people are a lot, sometimes. Especially when he's sober.

But Will was nice to Jenny. So, it's probably okay. Even though Abby's telling him these things, the words out in the air and no one can take them back now. ]

I'm not crazy.

[ He says it very softly, half-muffled by Jenny's fur. ]

It's - mhmm. Physical. Or it was. I can't do it here.

[ He lifts his head, watching Will. Stricken, yet again, by the thought that someone might get hurt and he won't be able to do anything. ]

But she's here and I made her, so I don't...I don't know.