"Just that you told me a lot of what's happened to you," he says with a shrug, smile fading on account of it being a rather unpleasant, unfortunate tale. "And I don't - I guess it doesn't seem fair? Equal? That all this time I still haven't told you or anyone else here much about me. You know more than most, of course. You found that opal. And I'm - shit, I'm sorry, I'm still trying to work out how to get ahold of myself instead of saying every word that pops into my head. I think I can stop it sometimes if I focus."

Wow, he derailed himself, that's something. Where was he? Does it matter? Maybe right now is in fact a good time to clamp his mouth shut and have a look at the ring toss prizes.