That makes a little more sense. She thinks of his house-- the clutter, the half-forgotten piles of laundry. At the time her working theory had been that he'd fallen into a slump-- understandably-- after being abandoned, but maybe it's not so simple. Chicken and egg.

She'd like to think she wouldn't just walk out on him, but the hopes of that have thinned. She's still defensively angry-- at herself, at a self she isn't yet. May not ever get to be.

"Treatment resistant?" she guesses, because it feels like she has to say something; it's reflexive and diagnostic, her mind falling back on the science of it because she has no idea where else to go.