Miniver is absolutely struck dumb by Skwisgaar's words. Of all the reasons he'd imagined, that was never, NEVER one of them. When Skwisgaar wordlessly invites him to take his seat, Miniver mindlessly does, because the alternative is falling over.
He perches nervously, feeling shaky and trying to curl up even though there's no graceful or comfortable way to do it here.
"You can't love me," Miniver objects finally, desperately. "Not you, of all people, not me. You can't--" He stops and forces himself to take a deep breath. Calm. Don't panic and freak out and start babbling incoherently, in ANY language.
He very quickly swipes his sleeve across his eyes and looks at Skwisgaar again, his eyes as hard as he can make them, pushing everything back. "You are like me. You're everything I've always wanted to forget about. You know what happened? I knew about you. I don't even remember who told me anymore. But I knew, about you, and your family, and how... how it was. And you're right -- I hated you. I hated you because you were everything about myself I wished would die forever, and every time I see you, Jesus it feels like being stabbed in the gut because it's like looking straight into the face of that part of me no one EVER came to save, or tried to remember, or wanted to... to want." He laughs bitterly and shakes his head. "And that's the part that kills me -- I can't get over it. I can't accept it or move on from it. I can't... I can't stop hurting you, and hoping it'll show me how to kill that thing in me, or make it be quiet and go to sleep by watching someone rescue you."