"I'm not very good at sharing." He said, but he didn't see why not. Already told her he was cursed right? He didn't feel any malicious intent from her, and while he didn't like to tell others the reason, nor the how, he sighed. He didn't like to share, because each time he just felt that shame at what he had been, who he'd been. Though in this situation it felt easier to talk he realized, because he'd been sharing more than he had in a very long time.
"Oh." She commented, and didn't press him. They both sat there, and she struggled to stay awake.
"I slept with someone I shouldn't have." He finally said after a bit of silence. He just decided to answer her question.
