"I do." He says it quickly, so fast, and he knows he should stop but he can't. "I think about what he did every time I see you, or Isobel, and every time I see another sign of what has happened in this town because off him and Jesse Manes."

He looks down and away, shifting as he shoves his hands in his pockets, hugging his arms close to his sides, drawing a deep breath and sighing out as he looks at Michael once, his expression so drawn and showing the pain and sadness he keeps trying to hide.

"I don't blame myself for what he did. I fear becoming him. I'm scared to death of letting myself get caught up in all the wrong things. Not like I haven't done it once, right?"

And he is scared he can't swear he won't again.

"And I'm good for do as I say not as I do, Michael," he adds softly. "Because hypocrite is apparently in my DNA." He's been one. His father. Hell, even his mom when he's called her out on her beliefs about the Ortecho's.

"Oh great, course soon as you ask like that, I can't think of anything," he says, smiling thought to soften the words, trying to at least make himself relax. Which isn't easy when he's positive everything he says will be looked down on and seen as idiotic. "Tell me about this place," he says softly. "About how you feel out here."

Maybe it does sound stupid but he said it's important to him, so he wants to know.