I left out the really, really weird stuff he said yesterday. Honestly, and maybe I'm nuts, after the initial shock--the talking has just sort of stopped affecting me. He doesn't act like a guy who really wants out, so I'm ignoring the mumbo jumbo coming out of his mouth.
Besides...if he's just being honest with me, there's nothing wrong with how he feels. It's how he acts on it. So I got my little alien-speak filter out, and am just trying to listen to the parts where he gets at the stuff that is really bothering him.
And, despite all that, he is talking to me. I'm hoping he'll figure out I'm really not an ogre, and he can come to me with this kind of stuff. Strangely, even though he's so scattered, I'm glad he's talking to me. The fact that he is telling me all those--no matter how much he moans and groans that it's hard --I strangely feel closer to him. (And I'm betting he will, too, when he calms down.)