Bridget: "Damian, please!" she cries, watching as he paces around the roof with Ryan in front of him
Ryan: "Ok, Damian. You know what? Let's talk about this downstairs. Come on, let's go downstairs."
Damian: "No. No! Stay back" he orders, grabbing hold of his head as he groans "It's...it's not fair!"
Ryan: "Damian. You are not alone."
Damian: "I am! I-I am. I-I'm tired of trying to explain it."
Ryan: "You gotta come down off of this roof, Damian. We are going to talk about it."
Damian: "I'm done talking! Talking is what got me up here. I don't think I can do this anymore."
Bridget: "No." she cries, fighting against Kelly's hold
Boden: "Come on. Come on." he mutters to himself, watching from the bottom of the building alongside the others
Damian: "These last few weeks, I-I felt like I finally had a family. I don't-I don't have that anymore."
Ryan: "Okay, look, Damian, what does it mean to be family? Huh? Family's not just the people who had you. Family's the people who-who raise you, the people who love you. You don't think Bridget loves you?"
Damian: "No, it-it's just, for as far back as I can remember, there's been this-this weight, and I didn't know why. And then I thought I-I thought I finally figured out the reason. I thought I finally figured out why I feel this way. But I was wrong, and I don't, and I...God, no matter what I do, it's just...it's never gonna go away."
Ryan: "Damian, don't!"
Bridget: "No!" she exclaims, going to rush forward as he steps onto the ledge but the others hold her back
Matt: "No, wait, wait, wait, wait!"
Damian: "What are you doing?!" he questions as Ryan steps onto the ledge beside him
Kelly: "Ryan!" he tenses up, along with the others
Ryan: "Same thing you're doing" she shrugs "Look, I can't pretend to know how you feel...but trust me when I say that you are not alone. Look at your mother" she motions to the woman behind them "She loves you, Damian. She wouldn't be up here if she didn't. There are dark days, but there's also tomorrow. And those days are worth living for." she assures
Sobbing, Damian looks down at the ground, slowly backing away from the ledge as Ryan exhales, stepping back as she pulls him into a hug
Ryan: "I got you. I got you. I got you." she nods, leading him further away from the edge as everyone else exhales in relief
Bridget: "Oh, baby." she cries, rushing to pull him into a hug
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Mills: "Hey, Ry. Can I ask you something?"
Ryan: "What's up?"
Mills: "How come in all our jumper cases you're the one who handles them?"
Mouch: "It's cause she has that magic touch." he dramatically says, making Ryan shake her head at him
Ryan: "Hey, that magic touch works. I feel bad for the guy who has to listen to Mouch try to talk them off the edge" she jokes, turning to give a serious look to Mills "Most times they're just scared or angry. They feel like no one's listening, so...it's your job to listen. Let them know that they're being heard.
Mills: "And that always works?"
Ryan: "Not always." she shakes her head, walking off with a solemn look
