[ he feels small, sitting here, even though he hasn't changed his size at all. it's a bit like being flayed open, to have been caught out genuinely sad. he'd prefer the flaying, honestly.

he shakes his head though, frowning. ]

No. I just... I don't think it's guilt, but the idea of dumping my problems on someone else just feels unpalatable. Six centuries is a lot of time to have problems, and we both know I'm full of them.