He pulls back all the way off of her, turning to sit with his head in his hands for a moment, his fingers raking through his short, unkempt hair.

"Bollocks," he mutters to himself, because of course, he's fucking this up. As per usual. But he doesn't know why his conscience is jabbing at him like this, it's not like it was ever really important before.

"Okay, look," he huffs, raising his head but not able to look at her yet. "I've-- I've not been completely honest with you, alright, an' I'm sorry, and-- an' I think there's something you should know about me before we go any further, 'cause I-- I mean, I dunno if it'll make any difference to you or not, but I feel that I should tell you..."

Fuck.