[The lightheadness is well past, now. Van could just get up and leave. Walk away from a tiring conversation with a tiring individual, just one more thing in his life that he no longer has any control over...

But he doesn't. All he does is push away from the wall, and compose himself with a little more haggard dignity.]

Assumptions are all I have left to make of you. Certainly not sense; what you said before the draft makes less now than it did then.