"Of course I can, honey. But that was-- that was different. That was trauma, not aesthetic. See? I don't do well when I don't deal with shit. I flip out in... apparently wildly destructive ways. Either physically destructive or... relationship-destructive. I don't know." He shrugged a bit helplessly. "I just know I need to deal with this somehow or it's going to bite us both in the ass again, and I don't want my shit to hurt you."