"I can... try," he says, without much certainty. Jeff swallows, then nods, like that'll give him more resolve, when he doesn't feel like he's got much to speak of. "I'll try."

He wants to believe that he will, anyway. But he's used to letting people down.

Jeff taps his fingers on his mug, seeming contemplative, before he lets out a sudden, unhappy laugh.

"It's not fair, you know? It's such a stupid, fucking joke. I live my whole life fucking... cherishing this part of myself. Like, maybe I'm stupid, and I can't pass a fucking test, or work an office job or whatever, but at least I have this." He waves a hand. "Then I come here, and suddenly it's wrong, and evil, and I'm supposed to just give it up like it's nothing. And do what?" He rubs his eyes. "Like, you guys don't have this hanging over your head and-- and I'm glad you don't." His voice gets softer. "But it's not fucking fair..."