I don’t care that we’re different, you know? What I care about is you. I care about you. Okay? And I didn’t say it, I should’ve said it, but I didn’t. Because…well, ‘cause I am an emotionally insecure source of your discomfort, who is not good at expressing his feelings. Probably because I’ve been on my own my whole life. It’s not an excuse, it’s why, instead of telling you that you’re the best thing that ever happened to me…I-I make jokes about your ears. And I tell you that you’re trying too hard, when, you know, the truth is - I just don’t want you to get hurt. Because no one else in the world matters more to me than you do.
