[ He smoked by the window, watching her, reading her again. He could never quiet turn the psychiatrist in him off. ]

You will never be my dirty secret. You deserve better than that, hell, as it is I'm still shocked you'd even want me. So why would I ever hide that?

[ He even offered her one of those rare smiles of his. ]

Tell everyone you want, write it in the sky for all I care. I'm just still set in some old ways from where I grew up, things I, myself, can never shake.