Odysseus felt the slow rocking of the ship, the boards groaning under the pressure of the rough waters, yet they never gave, much like himself. Thoughts of his wife and son spurred him onwards. Though, on this particular day, he felt an exhaustion, an exhaustion that couldn’t be quenched by rest, despite him laying in his bunker bed. He needed someone, someone that he could trust to lean on, to just let out his woes and frustrations but who… who could just sit there and listen to a man ramble, he couldn’t blame anyone who wouldn’t.