[Alright, so Taako is scared of Kravitz running if he puts it all out there, as far as he can tell. And he's insisted he won't, but that's not enough. Sometimes words aren't enough. So, he'll make the first move. He's good at that.]

I do. I do, so... [He takes a deep, needless breath, and clicks his shoes together anxiously.]

Alright. I am selfish. Often arrogant. Probably too mean to children, even if they are just incredibly germ ridden. I... lack tact and empathy, sometimes when it matters. I know that sometimes my dedication to my job makes me appear cold of heart.

[His mouth pulls tight, and he glances away for a moment, eyes landing on the figures still shifting far behind them.]

Sometimes, I mourn people whose faces I can't remember and whose names I can't recall. Sometimes I do remember things. I am not fun to be around when this happens.

I am not perfect either, Taako? And I don't expect you to be. Don't put me on a pedestal somewhere above you, and I won't do the same in return.

[The words perhaps sound a little harsh alone, but his tone is as gentle as it is firm, and his hand presses softly against Taako's face; thumb drawing circles over his cheek.

Take a chance with me, he thinks, hopes.]