I will. [ Neal ghosts a hand over her temple. He suspects he'll have a chance, here. What he knows for sure is that he'll tell her she's none of those things every chance he gets until maybe, if he's lucky, she starts to believe it. At least a little bit. At least from him. ]

We have shifts with him at night, to wake him up, like I said. Help talk him down when he's having a bad day. Henry makes him willow bark tea, which isn't much of a substitute for actual medications. We make sure he eats and stays hydrated--he tends to... not. [ Neal shakes his head. ] There's not a whole lot we can do, other than just... be there. Apparently he's had them since he was fourteen.