"It just happened." He feels himself going suddenly cold and he looks away. "I know, it was fucking embarrassing. Don't have a snappy excuse."

He wishes once again that he could just fucking open up a little, tell them, stop Hobbes looking at him like that. Like maybe he knows that something's off. But telling involves bringing it into the light, making it real. If he tells he admits that it really happened. And sad though it is... no. Not that. Not yet. Maybe not ever.