I know that. I've known that for so long. You've always been there for me.

[ He wishes he was the same. Disappearing for as long as he had back home, and doing the same thing here--why? What was his reason, again...? Shame? Embarrassment? Rejection? Hide wouldn't judge him for anything. ]

There used to be a reason I kept things from you, back when we were home. It was important that I did, so I did, but that reason isn't here anymore, and you're in more danger if you don't know than if you do.

I have so much to tell you.