"I can understand that, I think. But doesn't it make you feel kinda strange? I mean, if that means that I'm the only person who knows you that well..."

He's not sure how to express what he's trying to say, but he always gets like that, too wound up and speaking too quickly to really make sense of things until he purposefully slows down and tries to think through what he's feeling. It's so easily to speak instinctively, for him, but the words don't always come out of his mouth the way they are in his head.

"I mean, I know you like me. I don't doubt that. I don't think you'd lie about something like that, even if it seems completely inconceivable to me. But if nobody's ever really known you before, and now I'm the first person... you could've had a lot better of a first person. You could've had someone who was more important or significant or could actually help you in some way. I'm just me. Relieving, maybe, but..."

He shakes his head. He can't imagine anyone wanting to be that close to him, being relieved at the idea of him knowing them well.