"Most of the time you don't," Kathy promised. "A lot of times, you're one of my safe places, you know."

Not that he was a place - look, just go with it.

"And it's not, like, you being mad is what's making it awful. Not at all. Just anger in general. The weird old guy down the street could be yelling at clouds and my brain'll just process it as yelling. As danger." Her smile was rueful. "It's the literal 'it's not you, it's me' meme."