[That...is a good fucking question he isn't quite sure he has a good answer to. He can barely piece together what he doesn't want Rover to think, or whether that's the wrong idea at all. Ugh, things are confusing.]

I guess... When it was fucking about my ex, you said something like not asking who I wanted to be with. So that, uh, idea.

[he's fucking this up but he already fucked it up by fucking before having this fucking conversation so no one was fucking surprised and he should fucking move away or face them or something but he's too fucking scared to put any distance between them

After all that shit, I, uh. Went on a walk with her -- Adelaide. I had to ask her about something that was in that shitty fog mirror, and it -- I dunno. I fucking...told her I love her. And, uh, she loves me, too. I guess.