So true. It’s so insidious because there’s that vague hope that there’s a tiny chance he finds it and never goes back to work, or whatever.

It’s right there, balanced just at the end of his fingertips over the gaping maw of madness, like Indie in the Last Crusade reaching for the Holy Grail.

He needs that kindly father figure to tell him

“Lett et gohh, Shon…”