He'd heard that before. Deep down, he knew some level of his worth and what he gave to a relationship when he wasn't wallowing in... a lot... yet he could never speak ill of the person he'd spent so much of his life with. They'd married. They'd had a child together. They argued... a lot... and should she somehow show up- oh god please don't he's begging you- he would likely find himself in a gut-wrenching spiral.

Despite that. Despite that-

"Thanks, Hals. It was all me, though. I kept messing up, and-"

The duck froze. His feathers began to fluff up.

"-Ahaha, whoawhoawhoa- I'm here to comfort you! I'm the therapy duck here!"