I'm sorry. But you say things like they're facts. Don't you see that you do that? You say things like they're obvious, and they're not. At least not to me. And I try and I try and you just say things like... like, "What did you think, everyone who needs your help is going to line up like a client with a list of their preferred kinks?" Don't you dare tell me that you don't understand that that implies I'm stupid. You know it does. You're not dumb. You knew it would hurt me.

And I don't know why you would do that.

But I'll try not to assume anything anymore.

[He's so tired and so confused and so hurt. But he is still doing his best to understand, to listen.]

Even if he has other people? Even if... even if he doesn't believe me, or thinks I'm stupid, or maybe even hates me?