"I like to pretend as if I have issue with it. It makes me feel like I'm not whipped into admiring everything you do," he said with a matter of honest, as it was true. With the exclusion of Fletcher's penchant for violence, he idolized the man. And he liked to believe the violence may one day subside. Perhaps it was a fools hope but he often played the fool.
"Yes, it was," he agreed; though with little shame at this moment. He'd allow for honesty tonight. In the future he'd avoid crying or admitting to such in Fletcher's company; but it hardly seemed to matter in this moment. He shook his head in protest. "It's nearly one am; of course you don't have to leave. Just stay here for the night," he suggested, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.