[He does not go very far, but he does skitter fastly away from the chair and Owner. He keeps his back turned for a long few moments before he finally looks apprehensively over one shoulder.]
Sometimes secrets are better left as secrets. That's why they're secrets.
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[For a long moment, he forgets to breathe. And then very suddenly, he shifts the crutch and tries to nudge his way into standing.]
Sorry, I--I need some air.
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Oh! Of course, it is a little stuffy in here. Some exercise might be nice, right?
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Sometimes secrets are better left as secrets. That's why they're secrets.
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[ he waves. ]
But don't worry. I'll keep it safe.
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I never confessed to anything. I just don't feel very well. Sorry.
[THE WAY HE NYOOMS AWAY SO FASTLY BEFORE OWNER CAN KEEP LOOKING AT HIM.]