'im going to build you a house, stone, with a driveway from the road. I want you to spread out. Chris, I want you to use what I made for you...[he is close to him now]... i mean, with joy, Chris, without shame... with joy.'
Sudden need to show affection, rising now that the truth is bubbling at the surface.
Repitition of 'with joy' forms a meloncholic tone. Last hope.
Anaphora. Materialism. Guilty conscoius, threatened relationship so is therefore over compensating.