“Complicated?” she asked critically.
I sighed again, “Honestly, I don’t think this is the best time to explain… fully anyway. But this really matters to me, I have to do this… and not just because I have some OCD problem that compells me to help people or some kind of junk like that that my doctors like to invent. This is about something more than that. I can’t tell you anything else… not yet, anyway. Drew deserves to know first, and he isn’t ready yet… But I swear, I care about him. I’m not here as some kind of sick joke or on dare or something. I do care, I promise.”
I took a deep breath after my long speech, she was staring at me with sharp eyes, trying to detect the meaning beneath my many words. “Sorry,” I added, “I know this must be extremely frustrating, but the best I can give you is that I care.”
Finally, she chuckled, “Well, I believed a bunch of psychological phonies could do it so why not you?”
I laughed, and glanced at my watch, “Dang, I gotta go get dinner on. Nice talking with you!”