[He's quiet for a long moment, and he still can't quite look at her. The words just come, because - he knows, she gets it, and he doesn't think he'll ever be able to tell someone else. Not Kincaid, who he needs to see him as a man, not his aunt, who he doesn't care about and doesn't care about him, not any one at Eton, not anyone at his new school. The idea that this is the only chance he'll have has the words tumbling out. But he can't look at her.]
I'm not a bully. I'm not. It's just - I can imagine them yelling at me, telling me I'm a prat, sending me to my room without supper or something, I don't know. It's just - better than nothing. Even if they'd be ashamed.
Even if they'd be - disappointed.
[He looks up, then, looking around to see how far the wet bar is. He wouldn't mind another shot of scotch.]
Re: Spam
[He's quiet for a long moment, and he still can't quite look at her. The words just come, because - he knows, she gets it, and he doesn't think he'll ever be able to tell someone else. Not Kincaid, who he needs to see him as a man, not his aunt, who he doesn't care about and doesn't care about him, not any one at Eton, not anyone at his new school. The idea that this is the only chance he'll have has the words tumbling out. But he can't look at her.]
I'm not a bully. I'm not. It's just - I can imagine them yelling at me, telling me I'm a prat, sending me to my room without supper or something, I don't know. It's just - better than nothing. Even if they'd be ashamed.
Even if they'd be - disappointed.
[He looks up, then, looking around to see how far the wet bar is. He wouldn't mind another shot of scotch.]