Sorry, I'm just- having a hard time wrapping my head around this. Have I, at any point since you've known me, established any kind of precedent that I was even remotely good at lying?

( Because he's not. He is very, very much not. He is, in fact, so famously bad at it, it's almost laughable. He just can't really figure out at what point in translation I'm not judging you turned into I am absolutely judging you right now. )

Just- so we're clear, this is judgment. This is my judging-face, and it's over linguistic semantics, not- whatever the fuck we were talking about the other day.

( He remembers exactly whatever the fuck they were talking about, pretty much word for word. It's kind of hard to forget some of the things he confessed to in that short span of time before Kyle walked out — but also, he wrote it down in his journal.

His journal, which is absolutely soaking fucking wet. Aw, god damn it, he didn't think about that until just now. That sucks ass. )