[Don leans forward a little, bracing himself on his elbows. It serves to make the space a little more intimate, even though he knows that Roderic's dreamscape is probably empty. There isn't anyone else to hear. Still, though, he wants that same kind of privacy for him as he'd expect for himself during one of his many talks with his father.]

It's been weird for me too, talking about... about who I am. Where I came from. I'm still afraid people will use that information against me. It was always like that before; you couldn't really trust anyone, except your family.

It took me years to have human friends I really trusted. [Now Don feels a little weird, like these walls are judging him. Are those eyes in the wallpaper pattern?] So... I understand.

We don't have to talk about it. [After a pause, which feels especially long right now:] If it ever helps, though... I mean, I wasn't kidding about the weird parts. Look at me. [He laughs, just slightly awkwardly.]