I'm not saying you're a danger. I'm just saying that I don't know if you don't tell me. I can't read minds, Chris. I just turn things into gold I meant it when I offered you to stay with me, even when I knew you had just come from a psych ward. That won't change. You're still welcome. But you seem to have some sort of vendetta against me now, for being honest with someone who I live with now. Who would live with you, too, if you came here. I was concerned and upset.