"I can't pick up the big pieces like him. I tell him that and he just yells at me. I try to point out the easier ones that he can get to, and it's more yelling."

His arms tighten around his legs.

"He doesn't get it. He doesn't get it at all. No one does." The last words are muffled more by his knees, and the quiet tone he uses doesn't make it easier to understand.