From a later chapter in DOWNPOUR:
And deep down, I am so impressed that Clint still goes to court every day along with going to his classes, doing all of his work, and helping Jack with a new museum research piece. It gets harder and harder to keep my mouth closed when I see him slowly breaking down.
“I need to get going. Court is in session in thirty minutes.”
I look up at him in surprise. “You have a test today in chem.”
“I’m aware of that, Mark.” His voice is sharp, unlike his usual slow, calm cadence.
“Are you going to ditch class to go to court?” I ask trying to use my peace-not-war tone.
“I don’t know yet. I’ll see how I feel.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” I say as I tug him into my lap as he walks by the couch. “I know court is important, I know being there, in that room every day, is necessary.” He tries to look away, but I pull him in for a kiss, then mumble against his lips,
“Please make sure that you’re taking care of yourself. Don’t let this take over everything from you.”
He stands up quickly, and yells, “How can I not let it take over everything?” Pacing along my living room like a caged animal, he runs his hands over his face. “I’m doing the best that I can.”
Poor Clint :(