Robby makes a small sound of frustration at that, but he also nods, because arguing with Jack about that isn't going to get him anywhere. He rubs both hands over his face. He's not going to get anywhere. Part of him just wants to leave, but there's a bigger part of him that knows that, if he does that, none of this is fixable and that's a thought he can't stand.

"Jesus. Okay." He draws in a breath, looking up at the ceiling for a long moment like he's going to find a solution written up there. "It's you, okay? You're... The thing I've been trying to figure out and that's why I've been... Because being around you made it fucking worse."