"I'm not. I know." His voice wavers and cracks, and he shuts his eyes very tight, to try and keep the tears back. It doesn't work exactly. "Miss Shepard, she. Talked to me, and I'm. I wanna try. It's, I'm. ...There's something wrong with me, but I...can't, control it."

To be honest, more he's thought about, more it seems like a cop out. Why's he got this excuse for things? And if they can't find any of that medication Shepard talked about, does that mean he's going to stay like this, forever?

"I want to," he chokes it out, and as he opens his eyes, he can't hold the tears in anymore. "I want to get better."

His head's leaning against hers and he adds, softly, "That day out, it was...some of the most fun I'd had in weeks. Thanks."