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[You already know well by now I'm not good at this. Everyone dear to me knows. Figures the man who's sweet talked reporters and the like for years doesn't even know where to begin when it's for beyond serving a mask, huh? I struggle with letting myself be open, don't know the right thing to say sometimes, and I allow things to get worse until it's too late. For that, I apologize; I don't push you away out of disdain. There's just nothing I wouldn't do to keep you safe. But I want you to know there isn't a moment where I don't appreciate you staying by my side through it all. I wish I had met you sooner. It makes me sick knowing you could've been in my arms through all those lonely nights, and then some, even if you weren't there, preoccupying my mind like a balm to the darkness. But you're here now and I won't waste a second soaking in your presence. Yours, Bruce.]