[He pauses before he answers, looking sort of curious in a different way.] I... don't want much of anything, compared to the way I did before. [He could lie, he can tell, if he wanted to -- or evade, at least. But for now, he doesn't.] I don't feel very strongly about it one way or the other.

That's why I called you short-sighted: this is pretty limiting in its own way. Not that I mind a few days off. Living that way is-- [Crippling, he could say; killing him, really. Slowly, but it is, all that stress and panic all the time, chaining himself to work to avoid feeling the things he feels anyway.

But he's lost his intensity of feeling, not his judgment. Actually, that's better than it usually is. So he just finishes with:] --tiring.

I assumed you would have questions, though.