William wants to say something from a better place.

"She needs projection as comfort."

"What?"

"She needs you to complain, interrogate. She needs you to be more than irritated for her to feel at home."

"I don't think that's the case."

"It's the case. Being contemplative, accountable about your thoughts is just not right for her. She needs a left hook with words as if it was her favorite blanket that she curled up on the couch with."

"You can't be serious."

"I can be."

"OK."

"It doubles for compassion. It is like touch. It is how people see."

"See what?"

"Well it allows people to get from one moment to next. It can be a tiny comfort till they get to the next painful moment."

"What do you think?"

"I don't want to throw a fucked up life preserver. I want to hold my assault. I want to wait till I make sense."

"This will piss people off."

"What?"

"That quiet."

"I want to wait till I am inspired to be more compassionate in thought. What I say has to come from a better place."

"Is it that easy?"

"No. It's easier to throw out the fucked up life preserver. The one with holes in it. The one that floats you off towards the next fucked up situation."

"OK."

"I just want what I have to say to come from a better place."