He nods, understanding immediately. Yep, he gets that. "Just asking. Believe me, I get not wanting to push the envelope on shit like this."

He takes a drink. "I don't think mine are like that, but--" He cuts himself off with more booze. Should he be sharing this much? He's never met someone who can relate to him on this, and the feelings he's kept bottled up just want to come bursting out. "...but it's hard to tell. If they change you, how're you gonna know?"

General 'you' there. He's sure this could be a problem for both of them.