[Funny that an artificial intelligence would say something so similar to him. Most people wouldn't find that reassuring, but he does. She's Harold's kid, after all, and he gets what Harold is doing. That self-doubt doesn't completely abate, and some of it's replaced with a guilt for being selfish, but he still relaxes a little.]
... Oh.
[He's quiet again, this time trying to come up with something useful to say.]
no subject
... Oh.
[He's quiet again, this time trying to come up with something useful to say.]
It's... hard. [God, he's bad at this.]