Gregor. [Just a gentle correction, putting off his own turn.

He hesitates for a long time, hands tightening around his wine glass. How exactly does he talk about this? It isn't a story. It isn't a laundry list of misfortunes. It's just...this.]

I...went on the mission to try to deal with some things. It didn't work. It's hard to sleep at night. Has been for a long time. I just...don't think it's working out for me to live alone. I need someone there to...

[To keep him from pitching himself out a window? Does he really want to go there?]

To keep me focused. On...other things. When it gets bad. I'm on anti-depressants. Or between a couple of them, actually. It's why I can't drink.