He shrugs: he could be wrong, but he doesn't think he is. One thing he knows he brings to the table, no matter which table he sits at, is empathy. His mistakes tend toward being too kind, if there really is such a thing.
It's as nice out here tonight as it was last night when he talked to Charlie, and for a moment he thinks that for a man who says women aren't his style, he sure knows more females than males at this place. Maybe the universe is trying to tell him something, but no: he doubts that. Seriously.
"You know" (but probably she doesn't), "there are a lot of things that've happened to me in my life that I wish were different." He almost tells her that he's told one more person about what happened to him in prison, but she probably doesn't care about that. She's a hard one to read. "And I bet you could say the same thing. I'm not trying to psychoanalyze you or get you back to my couchside confessional or any of that stuff, Faye. I think you're interesting. But I do think you're really mad about a lot of things. So if you ever want to talk about that, I might be a pretty safe person to vent to."
He's not sure why he's offering: maybe it's because he craves human contact so greatly. "You don't have to take me up on it, but if you decide you want to, you can just knock on my door."
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He shrugs: he could be wrong, but he doesn't think he is. One thing he knows he brings to the table, no matter which table he sits at, is empathy. His mistakes tend toward being too kind, if there really is such a thing.
It's as nice out here tonight as it was last night when he talked to Charlie, and for a moment he thinks that for a man who says women aren't his style, he sure knows more females than males at this place. Maybe the universe is trying to tell him something, but no: he doubts that. Seriously.
"You know" (but probably she doesn't), "there are a lot of things that've happened to me in my life that I wish were different." He almost tells her that he's told one more person about what happened to him in prison, but she probably doesn't care about that. She's a hard one to read. "And I bet you could say the same thing. I'm not trying to psychoanalyze you or get you back to my couchside confessional or any of that stuff, Faye. I think you're interesting. But I do think you're really mad about a lot of things. So if you ever want to talk about that, I might be a pretty safe person to vent to."
He's not sure why he's offering: maybe it's because he craves human contact so greatly. "You don't have to take me up on it, but if you decide you want to, you can just knock on my door."