...Jesus fuck, Archie. I wouldn't even know what to say about that on a day when I could control what I say. That's a fucked up thing for him to say to you- even if he was a little out of it.

[ She's had enough experiences with the mental distress of her own friends that she can be sympathetic. Still, it's not an easy thing to hear. She sighs and leans back against the seat, trying to bring her thoughts back to Rex and Martin. ]

That could be it. Martin's his, and we're all kind of protective. But the way he was talking...he didn't see how it could help at all. And he said he thought Martin would think the same way he does. And, god, the shitty part is he's probably right. We'd have to go into overdrive to convince that kid we're not telling him he's broken if we actually got him an appointment.