[If there’s to be any proof that what he was upset about before wasn’t the depression callout, it might be this: there’s no reaction at all to what she says, this time, not even a minute twitch in his jaw or hands.]

No, Romeo and Juliet is a tragedy.

[It’s a little funny, he thinks, having it cited as an example to him, when he’d used it as an example of what he doesn’t want to Krouse in a conversation not too long ago.]

Each of them died alone in the darkest of despair, torn apart by a loss they couldn’t imagine how to move forward from. That’s nothing like what I’m looking for at all.