"A letter. Yes, that solves everything. 'Anders, here are possible replacements, don't touch the tea because I'm only calling you De-de and acting friendly when I'm drunk or might die so you still don't get to share my tea since that's not work, dying before you're not possessed any longer doesn't mean I didn't keep my word, civilly yours, Adelaide.' How close is that? That will certainly make up for days of fear and worrying and telling myself that no news had to be good. Can you just... I'm tired of being thing and friend alternately to you and clearly I've fallen to thing again but I don't want to."

And that's the heart of it. He never knows where he stands on any given day, and it's exhausting.