Yeah, no, I get it. I do. I don't want to be talking about this stuff either, but my damn mouth won't shut. It's like I've grown myself a whole new leg and stuffed a boot on the foot just to grind my own principal of keeping this shit on lockdown into the dirt.

I can't say I'm comfortable about you living in somebody else's body, but—I don't want to force you to talk about it all if you don't want. If you can keep yourself from it.