He's right, and she agrees wholeheartedly, even if her acceptance of people comes with a lot more sorrow than optimism. She thinks about her biological father, abandoned to homelessness by her mother due to his schizophrenia, who Joan tried to see by volunteering at homeless shelters. Or Liam, who Joan tried to help get clean, her career as a sober companion being penance for her failure.

"I agree," she says softly, but her expression is clearly troubled. There's so much she wants to tell him.