Not to be here. Not to be in this fucking place. What you know of me is what I let you see. You don't know what I want or what I've done or what I've dealt with.

[ and he's not in any rush to tell her or anyone. ]

Everyone I know is fucking dead. Gone. So, what do I have? Fucking nothing. Why do you think I was alone? Because that's what I'm fucking used to.