Liam felt the words sting as though someone were piercing drawing pins into his skin. He knew he deserved them, that he had come here specifically so he could hear them, but it still hurt. "It's not that I didn't trust you," he protested. "I do - well - I think I do." He had to be honest about that - it wasn't as though they'd been seeing each other for more than a few weeks, and he trusted very few people, when it came down to it. "It's not that. I just didn't think of it. I told you, I've been better. And anyway it's not... I mean..." he sighed. "It's not exactly a turn-on, is it?" he said, low, trying to keep his words as private between the two of them as he could with Juro and the counsellor still sitting there. "I mean it's hardly a first date sort of conversation. Oh by the way, I have a mental disability that occasionally forces me into an uncontrollable rage to rival the Incredible Hulk? Just thought I'd let you know in case I accidentally attack you in the middle of the night. My place or yours?"
He sat back, a little, thinking that perhaps he might have gone too far but it wasn't as though it wasn't true. "I might have told you, later," he mumbled. "If we... if it became a thing. But I wasn't sure if it was even a thing."