She's tempted, briefly, to point out that the furniture attempting to rearrange itself suggests she's upset him at least three times just in the course of this conversation, but she swallows that for the moment and nods.

"We didn't stop it by fighting. You tried, but it turns out beating up the nihilistic, self-destructive part of yourself still is just beating yourself up. It stopped when you just let us be there for you, jagged edges and all."