See, that’s what fucking gets me, Barney. You had me in the palm of your hand. You could have told me fucking anything, and yet you told me nothing. You just gradually became more and more distant. Because I can tell you what I would have done, were I you, to accomplish all of that.

[Cid scrubs his face with a hand.]

So we have two problems. One, you’re not fucking stupid, so how did you fuck that one up so much? I adored you, I looked up to you, I was trying to build a family with you. Did you just get clumsy? Did you get senile? What happened?

[He goes back to petting him, creating dissonance from his words, though in tone he says them gently, as if he’s trying to soothe an animal.]

The other problem, love, is that you’re a fucking liar. Now. I don’t have such a problem with that, you know? Takes one to know one. So which bit of that is the main lie that the others hang on?

‘Cause it’s one thing or the other. Either you got sloppy and lost control of me, or… Or you’re lying! Which is it?