"David's a good guy. He's been through a lot. Anyway, what are you doing here? You didn't tell me you were meeting me here."
"I was hoping to whisk you away for a few days to Porto."
His face fell.
"Baby, you're on the brink of a breakdown. Fred has everything under control here, and there's nothing else you can do. Please let me take you away."
He got up and ran his hands through his hair fiercely, like he was trying to hold on to his sanity.
"No. Don't you get it? I can't leave. I can't take any chances. I'm too close, Vítor. Too close."
The last two words were cries into my chest as I got up and put my arms around him.
"Shh, that's okay, baby, we don't have to go. I just wanted to do something for you. I'm so worried about you, and I feel that there's nothing I can do to help you."
"I'm sorry. I haven't been the best person to be around. This wait is killing me, and after seeing him all beat up, I just can't take it anymore. I need to see him, touch him, and promise him that everything is going to be okay."
"You'll have a chance to do that. Just be strong for a little longer."
"I'm so tired."
"I know, baby. Let's take you home."
