Justin looked at Billy guiltily. "Did I wake him up? I'm sorry. Will you tell him I'm sorry? Things are going okay with you guys, right? I saw you say you had a ncie Christmas, which is really cool. He didn't seem to want to deal with it. I know that feeling. Some days, things just seem too much to want to bother with. I kind of just ignored everything yesterday when it was supposed to be a big family thing."

"Yes... maybe... sort of. A bit, but not like before. I just feel like everything is going mental. It was all good, now it all feels like it's fucking up again. I feel like I'm on this treadmill. You know how you get on one and you sort of have that shaky bit at the start before you find the groove and then you're fine? Only, once you get that rhythm, if you put a foot wrong, you fall over and that bitch shoots you off the back in a fucked up mess? That's me. That's how I keep feeling. Like, this fucking treadmill only ever lets me go so far before it's making me trip and fly of the fucker and making me roadkill all over again. It was going good. Why isn't it going good anymore?" he asked helplessly, rubbing the towel roughly over his face to try to get rid of some of the sweat.