[ What, indeed. Llewellyn knows that there’s so much to it. The memory shared was one part of a fairly long train wreck that went on and on… But he knows what he’s concerned about most, of course. ]

I... I told you that I had met someone… More than one someone, and that it had never worked out. I just um… Never really went into the details of why or what happened. And… A lot happened? [ Anxiously rubbing the back of his neck, he finally sat down in a chair awkwardly. Then stood up again. He’s agitated by the memories alone, even before really talking about it. ] I suppose I’m concerned that you’d worry, for a start… And that seeing what a mess I can make of things might make you realize what they did. That I’m not… Worth it.