[Jaime's worries make sense. The sigh washes over the space around them like a quiet wave, and Ken turns his head to look across the room. It's not as empty as it used to be, and he wonders what sort of people they must be to have livened up Jaime's lonely home like this. But he reels himself back in before he can get too distracted.]

I don't think he's fragile, [he answers honestly.] I think he's stronger than anybody I know, to the point that it's almost ridiculous. But I think he knows that, too.

I guess I know that what I'm making is a dreamland? One that's based on denial and lies... I want him to know the truth one day, too. But I don't know. Sometimes, he seems to be telling me that he's scared of things, and I'm afraid, too, of what'll become of him if I push him too far.