It’s been a pretty bleak weekend. Scott is going through the motions, he is taking all his pills, he is eating, he is watching a little TV, but there is a great tiredness and even worse, immense sadness, in his eyes.
He has slept a lot, he is very pale and only talks when spoken to, and even then his voice is only a whisper. There are no smiles; he doesn’t even make eye contact. He seems lost in his thoughts, a place I really don’t want him to be on his own.