"It's..." He looks away, frustrated that he let it show, frustrated doubly that he's actually considering opening up about this with her. Why her? He doesn't really know her, as far he knows Gabe doesn't know her, so - well, that's not bad, really, she's objective. It's just that he can't seem to escape this sort of maternal vibe she gives off, and they've already been down that road and it was awkward as all hell.

Well, whatever. He's here now, it's not like he can go anywhere, and she asked.

"I just... I fucked something up," he says, feeling stupid and exposed. He lets her feed him another piece which makes this even more idiotic. "I hurt somebody really, really important to me, and... and I don't know if I can..."

Ugh, what is he supposed to say? Does she even care? He looks away in frustration.

"I mean you've seen firsthand," he mutters. "You know what a mess I am. How I can't..." He makes a vague, finger-waggling gesture with his bound hand. "Trust people."

He squirms in discomfort and is rewarded by several more thorns sticking at his arms and his sides. He sucks in a tight breath and exhales in a burst, and it's like the pain dislodges something, and suddenly it's all pouring out in a terrible, unfiltered stream. "I could call him here right now, and he'd probably get me out of this, but I can't do that, because I fucking broke his heart. I love him and I broke his heart because that's what I fucking do. I-"

He cuts himself off. God. Way, way too much. He can't look at her. He can feel tears prickling at the corners of his eyes and he can't wipe them away, can't make them stop, fuck, goddammit, not again.

"I'm sorry," he says, ragged and pathetic. "I - I don't have anyone to talk to."

What a goddamn lie. At least right now it's true on technicality.