You don't have to apologise for that. It's not as though you've a choice, Basch.

[his smile is a little wavering, especially when the blond continues. does he mean it? it's not like he's ever said something he doesn't mean, after all. can he trust that?]

It's just... difficult, because I've never really talked about myself before. But I'm glad you don't think your opinion will change. That helps me.

[it isn't even that he's done anything terrible, really. his issues are mostly internal (and ridiculous, sorry for your inevitable irritation at anyone around him, Basch). anyway, that promise settles him again, expression softening.]

I'm happy to explain everything I can to you, no matter how long it takes. If you want to know... then I want to tell you. It just might take me a little while to get there. [he squeezes the other a little closer then, returning to the comfortable position of just... lying here with him. everything else feels completely distant, the quiet interrupted only by breath or the ghost of a breeze near the entrance of the cave.]