Sorry! It's the crushing self-loathing that makes it nice to be someone else for a while.

[He sounds pretty cheerful despite the blunt words. If it's at all difficult to admit, he does a good job covering it up, at least. The proximity is actually what gets to him, if the small dip in his smile is anything to go by, but he tries to remain looking curious and open.]

Surely I'm not as interesting as a house of candy?