"I don't know if they would do more than tell you to talk about the problem. Maybe give you a drug," he waved a hand. "It just means I need to understand you, understand where this is coming from, before I can fix it. Nobody else showed the same kind of... attachment that you did," he paused, and looked up at the ceiling.

Serious talks on cocaine were difficult, but he was used to them by now. "We need to know who you are, before we can find out why you want to be around me," he reached out, then, and waved his right hand with a slight shrug.

"And you should know, as long as I'm not... preoccupied, generally, the answer won't be no."