[He stops, and he doesn't respond quick enough to mask the hesitation. He runs a hand back through his hair, glancing away for a moment.]

Yeah, he's okay. [Mmmgh. He rolls the taste of that in his mouth for a second, then amends the statement.] I'm okay with him. It's not him, not really.

[Well, it is, sort of. Dave doesn't have this problem with anyone else.]

I can't...get into everything. His secrets, not mine, you know? Pretty sure this one's on me anyway, he's been nothing but cool with me.