I spin on my heel, turning to look at him with my face all pinched up in disbelief, "I never wanted your fucking pity, Logan. I don't want to play the who's more fucked up game with you. We're both fucked up and we both had shit happen to us. Don't fucking- Don't pull away from me 'cause of that shit. Don't think you can't talk to me about it. I need you to, okay? I need you to talk to me."

And yeah, maybe I've learned to be careful what I say to him about my life... maybe I know not to bring that shit up anymore, but it doesn't mean I want him to do the same.