Ah, Zeke, you were killing her.

She walked into Ezra's hotel room, tugging Zeke gently over to the bed where they could sit together. She wasn't sure he'd stay - certainly wasn't going to force him to - but she wanted to be an emotional anchor for him when things got rough.

And from the looks of it, things were already pretty rough.

"C'mon, my love," Kathy said, brushing her fingers over Zeke's hand. "Please, tell me what's going on?"

Maybe if he focused on her, it'd be easier?

(Nothing could make this easier.)