[As much as Ferran would say he trusted in that kind of friendship when asked, at his lowest he always has doubts. Most of all... if he's really seen for who he is, will that be enough to keep anyone around? If his true self comes out, will he be someone worth hating? Or simply someone not worth keeping around?

He can't look at Yona, his gaze moving from a side wall to his tea.]

I never had much that bothered me to "share," before. And then everything happened at once, and...

[He doesn't know how long it might take for him to move forward, or if he even can, when his thoughts of the future all have such a fatalistic tint. His prospects don't look good, no matter what angle he takes. Even if his friends were to believe him, despite the apparent doubt he'd last seen in their faces... it wouldn't guarantee anything.

But he's here, and that was there. He sniffs.]

I was an idiot about it, and only made it worse. When I came here, I was terrified, but she was... like a pillar I could lean against. I could almost think of it like a new start, despite everything...