[Its a scary sound to hear from Harley. She’s always the put together one. She’s always been irrevocably optimistic. She’s always had a plan. And seeing her disheveled, exhausted and hurting is awful.]

Let me come sit with yous, Harls. You can get a rest or a bath or whatever. I’ll cook. And you know. Clean? And just… I won’t let nothing happen while you sleep. Yeah? Let me help?