No, it's...fine. I'm the one who brought it up in the first place.

[He scratches his injured hand. The thought of seeing Nureyev again makes him feel...a lot of things. Confused. Upset. Angry. Maybe even a little hopeful. But, really, he just kind of wants to go to sleep right now and just not think about this too much.]

Just...don't tell anyone else about this conversation, all right? I don't want any more people getting on my case about my personal problems.

[He already has too many people trying to make him feel better about the trial, he doesn't need any more trying to make him reveal any more about his personal life.]