*nods, a little jerkily and thinks wildly that this might make him feel better if you don't immediately recoil (please don't pull away)*
*looks down at his knees because he simply cannot look at you* A while ago. Like. Ten years ago. Something bad happened to me. I've never. I mean, I've never talked about it but I guess it was pretty much the last time I was drugged? I mean. Since m-my m-mother. *as deep red stains his cheeks, screws his eyes shut* *whispers almost soundlessly, apparently changing tack completely* You know, I still feel sort of bad about that time in the club? When I, uh, with you? After your show?