His expression screws with concern. "You really want to open yourself up to allthatpain?"
No…
Maybe.
I nod. "I have tobesure."
"I don't want to see yougethurt."
"Meeither,but—"
"You needclosure?"
Inod.
He nods. "And if opening this can of worms only makes you feelworse?"
"Itwon't."
Intheory.
Maybe.
It's possible something good will comeofthis.
Mal looks at me like he doesn'tbelieveme.
I want to argue, but I don't believe meeither.