[It probably helps that they're talking about this - helps Julian dance around words he didn't know how to say without prompting. Heading out of the manor, he has his hands in his pockets again, feeling the familiar weight of his ring in his palm. Their fight still rings in his ears, too.]

... 'Cause I care about you?

[Ugh, he cringes a little.]

I don't know how to do that kinda thing. Care about people? Whenever I try to do shit for people, I fuck it up. You already know that much. I don't do that on purpose, though. I'm...