"Yeah, there is no way I could beat him in a fight. At best I could --" Priestly's eyes went wide as his brain caught up with his mouth, and he scrubbed a little harder than necessary at the pan he was washing. "So that's a tough one, yeah. Hard to balance the two. Would writing it down help? So he could still do his storming off for space thing but you could get some of it out, too, so you don't implode while you wait for him to come back?"