"It's not that I don't want to talk about it," he says, slightly more defensively than he means, "it's just..." He gets up, leaving the cocoa steaming on the table, and begins pacing. "Have you ever had the feeling that everything was falling apart, despite your best efforts?" he finally says, turning towards Mohan with arms spread. "Like you were barely holding things together, but things were improving. They're working out. And then someone comes up and hits you in the stomach, and it's all gone." His eyes darken as he processes what Mohan said. "I guess you do," he replies, quietly, and sits back at the table. "I'm sorry." A mixture of sorrow and sadness crosses his face as he considers her. "My girlfriend committed suicide after I left for school this year. She said she would, and I didn't believe her, and now she's gone."