If I'm anything close to discreet then he starts trying to get chummy with me, or he starts hanging all over you like some fucking lovestruck kid on a first date. [Says the doubly lovestruck teen who's just had a pair of first dates.] Like when you got drunk during the flood.

[It might have seemed like he was avoiding the question, and he was! A little. But now he sits up slowly and glances away, too reluctant for eye contact.]

And I mean—I can take care of myself. [Well. He thinks it's a fine explanation.]