"Not like it sticks, you know. You go home, everything's normal and you go back too your life," she points out, blase about it though this part she gets. "It's what I keep telling myself because my girl isn't here either," she points out.

Being comforting is hard, but at least she can try. Maybe. Probably badly. "Look. If that's the way this guy operates? Then he's probably going end up here sooner than later. So you're just torturing yourself when it sounds like you're already living with torture," she points out. "Have you eaten or anything?"