... I can't--I can't say anything. There's no "talking about it" because of... stupid taboos or just because it-- [hurts too damn much.]

I won't lie, it's scary. Someone like you knowing even a little of it. I couldn't feel it at the time, but... you're really scary, you know that?

[now he looks over to her and actually, mad boy is a sad boi, actually.]

But even then, you still only have half of it. Not even, maybe. What I can say and what I can't--both are the truth. And Ange can't know, I have to confuse the issue with her, but I'm not... giving up on her. She just won't have the full picture...

[trails off, clearly unable to finish the sentence. oh no, this is actually the thing he's saddest about right now]