[ He isn't convinced. He probably isn't going to be convinced. No matter how little they blame him. No matter how hard they argued (against him!) to stay with him only a few days ago. He's blaming himself. For his father's actions. For not letting them go. ]

I want to stay with you. Both of you. In your too-big country where everything's made for cars instead of for people. And I don't want things. I'm shitty at wanting things. But I want that.

Whatever comes of this month, it'll be worth it, to stay with you. As long as this ends with the three of us in each other's arms, I'm happy. Just- tell me how I can make this easier for you in the meantime.