C'mon. It's not like you plugged your ears and ignored me.

... Is that the sound of feet? Are you pacing? Clara, you don't have to — do whatever you're doing, it's cool, I'll be fine. You should go hang out and enjoy your month off, okay?

[Well, he's gonna predict that's not gonna have any affect on her. But he also refuses to regret telling her, because he's already screwed up way too fucking much on that front. Closing his eyes, he lays there for a moment, feeling an exhausted fog fall back over him.]

I, uh. I had a seizure?

[He swallows, holds his breath for a second, and continues:]

I haven't... been totally honest with you. With anyone. I'm sorry.

[Did he already say that? It bears repeating, maybe.]