She was quiet for a while, picturing the scene in her mind and trying to fully understand what he went through, what he was still going through. She admired his resolve to go through this alone, but she could not, in all good conscience, let him continue to do this by himself.  It was wearing him down, and weakening his resolve to fight it. She saw it, even if he didn't.<br/><br/>She quietly set the laptop aside and padded over to him. She reached over the chair and began a firm but easy shoulder massage.  You don't have to do this alone, you know. It's wearing you down. At this rate you won't have but maybe another five, ten years tops. You need to find someone you can trust enough to help.