Percy didn't understand. He would've thought by now that anyone could see it. A perfect stranger had managed to see the truth of him so why couldn't Percy? The fact that he continued to try and offer comfort through gentle touches and being so damn kind was just making things a little more difficult. What would Percy think when he finally found out? Would he be as angry as Tary's father had been? Would he be disgusted? Would he come to the same conclusion that Tary had come to? It was alright for Tary to realize that he was simply wasting everyone's time but he wasn't sure he could handle hearing those same words from Percy. "You don't understand." He said weakly as he allowed himself to drop onto the sofa.
"There is." He insisted, finally looking up to meet Percy's eyes of his own accord rather than letting the other try to catch his. It was important that the other understood the actual problem and Tary wasn't sure he could explain it properly without saying too much or admitting to what was wrong with him out loud. Thinking it had been one thing but saying it would make it real. If he admitted to this defect within him then it existed and he couldn't try and pretend that it didn't.
He fell silent again, looking down at his lap. "It's not a problem with my skill set or a matter of knowing what I'm doing. I've been to one of your planning sessions already. I know you all just bounce terrible ideas off of one another until something sticks. My problem is deeper. I suspect its part of the reason my father doesn't approve of me. I'm a failure because I'll never be like any of those heroes in my stories. Given time maybe I could learn much from you and your friends but..." And this was the difficult part. This was the part where he admitted to what was wrong and things changed. If he was lucky maybe he and Percy could still be friends. He didn't expect them to waste any more time on him. "I have a problem... with women."
It was out in the open now but Tary wondered if that was telling Percy enough. The other may have just thought that he was afraid of women or had something against them. None of that was the case. He admired Keyleth and had a healthy level of fear and respect for Vex. "All the heroes in my stories they like women quite a bit. They're always bedding beautiful lasses. I don't think I want to. I've never... with anyone but I don't feel that way towards women." He finally said, hating himself even more now that it was out in the open. "How can I be an adventurer when I can't even get that correct?"