[Everyone he knows in this city last knew him three years ago - back when he was a completely different person. He could write a book on not knowing where he stands.]

I don't think you'd find many people who'd feel the same way as you do, about who you were before. People who don't want to see you tearing yourself apart now— but that's not the same thing.

[He lifts his chin, enough to look up at her.]

Have you tried asking?