

I always felt like his blank stare was a “Oh fuck, oh god, I have no fucking idea what I’m doing, how did I let it get this far, oh fuck, be cool, they don’t know, oh shit, I’m so completely out of my depth, oh fuck me man, they’re going to find out, every second its getting worse but I can’t back out now, oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck…” stare
That’s defeatism.
Your house is falling into disrepair yet you’ve been sweeping the floors and cleaning the dishes for decades.
Yes, it needs major work, and no, it can’t be fixed with brooms and sponges.