*listens very, very carefully to what you are saying and shifts uncomfortably in his seat, feeling as though he has been found out although he does not fully understand the extent of what you are saying to him* *flushes to a deep, dark red* I think. Uhm. I didn't get a good start in life. I don't. I'm not blaming anyone. But. I didn't.
*sighs, visibly frustrated at how inarticulate he is (and this is how much damage he has done to himself, that he cannot even form full sentences)* I'm not. Uhm. Sure that I have self-worth, uh, issues? I mean. I've done some b-bad things like maybe I don't deserve someone like. *sighs again, but this is all heartbreak because he misses Ecthelion so very much*