[He leaned over the table, finger, procuring an imaginary leaf and "discarding" it. He wasn't proud of himself, after looking at the way Shiro fussed. Maker's breath, this man and making him feel guilty.]

You should. I just lied about a leaf in your hair, just to see you fuss over it. [Though he smiled, his gaze quickly averted. He wished that was the only awful thing he had hidden beneath the surface.] In all honesty, I have been doing my best to be a good man of late, but that doesn't change where I came from, nor what I was born into. I will not go on a diatribe in regards to the misfortunes of my upbringing, I alone opted to believe in such logic.

But it is hard to forget, when I try moving on.

[The man's confidence in his person was... uplifting, but it didn't comfort him entirely.]

I think I would. The self is a difficult thing to figure out. [He snorted, a most disgusting sound.] Sometimes I'm not even sure who I am. If anything, we just have something in common.