She takes a breath, accepting the anger without returning it and without withdrawing. "You would continue bearing the knowledge alone," she says softly. "You would watch a movie about a man...a father...contemplating suicide, while struggling with the feelings of your relationship with your own son, and no one would know why that might be particularly hard." She looks at him with so much love and concern and sadness. "No one would know to make sure you're okay," she finishes.