"When Dad died Mom was a wreck. She didn't do a good job trying to hide it from Mikey and me, but there were nights I'd wake up and hear her..."
"Crying?"
"Neither one of us, Mike and I, we didn't know what to do."
"I'm not sure you could do anything...grief is like dreams there's no logic, there's no answers, it just is then it's gone...at least it's less."
I remember I would...I'd get out of bed and I'd go down the hallway and...I'd just sit outside her room and wait for her...just wait for her to stop crying...and then I'd go back to bed and fall asleep."
(Pause)
"What?"
"Now I see where it comes from...the silent waiting, not saying exactly how you feel..."
"Come on that's an interrogation technique. That's the stuff I learned at Quantico."
"No no. I think I'm on to something."
"Well I see I'm not the first person, to tell you that you...you could work on expressing yourself a little more."
"No you're not the first person, but I'm workin on it, with you."