[Right again. He doesn't owe her this part of himself, the window into his personal life. Except he supposes she's already peering in, and he won't do himself any favors by shutting her out. On his side of the screen, he sighs.]
I am trying. To remove my armor. And I'm working against a decade of habits to do so.
You don't have to believe me. You certainly don't have to be impressed. But you want me to be honest, and she wanted me to be honest, so there you have it.
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I am trying. To remove my armor. And I'm working against a decade of habits to do so.
You don't have to believe me. You certainly don't have to be impressed. But you want me to be honest, and she wanted me to be honest, so there you have it.