"Let's face it, Aaron. We can't do it alone. No, don't give me that look. If─ When we are cured, it'll be by ourselves, I'm sure of it. But we can't do it alone. Is not being dependent."
It probably was because she wasn't as bad as him. She hasn't had it as long as he had. She was able to remember when her depression had started unlike him and hadn't─
Aaron turned his eyes away, unable to look at her, and swallowed. Guilt swelled inside him but he exhaled. He wanted to dig his nails into his palm but refrained. He knew she was right, but still. There was something inside telling him that not, he would never be all right. This would be the best he was going to get. However, there was a small part in him that was sure he'd be fine, that he could overcome it alone and then show Lucifer how strong he was.
Clearing his throat, Aaron turned to Linda again. "So what are going to eat, exactly?"
