The urge to reach over and pull her close is always there, now more than ever, but Sean resists, fingertips twitching as he raps the disk against his knuckles. He's never been prone to fidgeting, but she's always been able to put him off his game, so much so that he's not even bothering to play it. "It's... I'm-" he stammers, staring down towards his feet. He doesn't want to do this, but he's backed himself into a corner and doesn't have much left in the way of choices, short of running. That she's so blindsided by this speaks volumes to him and he hates himself for that enough already without compounding it further by taking flight. "Lies of omission, I've done things that... I let ye believe I'm this man that I'm nae. An' that's who ye see when ye look at me, an' I love the way ye look at me, but it's wrong. I'm nae him. I c'n make a pretty good show of it here where there's nothin' else ta be, but ye deserve more'n that. Ye deserve someone who's actually good, nae one who might look it if'n ye dinnae have all the facts."