He doesn't tell her he still has good stretches and awful stretches. He's sure she knows, just because of the way he sometimes stops calling for weeks or seems less present than unusual. There's just nothing that can really be done about it - he's already taken up her and Ian's offer to see a shrink, and the appointments remain a background fixture in his life.

"Yeah?" He takes a cookie too. "I mean. I don't know where I would be if you guys hadn't swooped in. Pretty sure I wouldn't be okay living alone."