He shakes his head and folds his arms and glares at the cats for allowing Diana to pet them.

"How do you think I'm doing, Diana? Honestly." Because she knows more than anyone what happens when the fear gets to be too much. What kind of despair and helplessness comes with that. "I'm fucking fantastic right now. I'm considering opening a broadway show with full musical accompaniment on just how fantastic I feel right now, but I haven't finished with my tap-dancing lessons yet."