[He knows it wasn't the circumstance he would have wanted to say it, knows it was less of a confession and more desperation-- and that hangs heavy in his chest, that knowledge. The first time he's told him and it was in such a situation, when he was in such a state. He knows it wasn't the ideal situation, but he'll still always be sad to know what his reaction was, after the initial shock of hearing it.]
[He nods, though.] I still heard you.
[...] You-- you still reached me. Even when I was like that, you...