"Why am I dangerous to you?" I pushed.
He looked away, breathing slow, steady—
like he was fighting something inside himself.
"You're too young," he said.
"And I'm…"
He stopped, searching for a word.
"…not someone you should rely on."
"But I already do."
My voice sounded smaller than I expected.
He closed his eyes briefly—
and when he opened them, his composure cracked just a little.
"Don't say things like that," he murmured.
"I don't know how to handle it."
His voice trembled.
That scared me more than anything.